I Stole that Line

I am fascinated by the way your nipples peek at me through you blouse. I stole that line, but that doesn't make it less true. Especially in this environment. In this dark, hazy club, everybody looks good to me. But you are exceptional. You make me want find a shadowy corner to grind. I stole that line too.

So I am not a total pimp. Hell, I am not even charming, but I do have certain something about something, if you know what I'm saying. I have the amazing ability to get far too in to you and then brood about it later. The internet means that our story will have global saturation. What do you think of that? You ever been saturated...globally?

What about this belly on me, Sugar? I had one chick call it a speed bump. I think she was saying it was a good thing. You like good things. I can tell. If you didn't, you wouldn't be chewing on a cigarette, while part of every drink spills down and exposes more of the aforementioned nipples.

Did I mention I have a job? Hell yeah, for six years now. When's the last time your man had job? I mean one where he got a paycheck. Not one where he had to check some fool for his pay.

Here's the best part about me, Lady. I kiss like a superstar. I have too, because once start getting down, if you aren't totally into me, you drop it like it's hot. I stole that line too.

So what do say? When was the last time you too home something half-assed for some ass? For me, it's been at least 24 hours. Shit, that's like a whole day. You dig?