Lights now low and you could hear the beat.
Not very far down the street.
Blazing light reaching for the sky.
Smells everywhere that get you high.
Bouncer surveys my face.
Wondering how my lips would taste.
Strut in the spot with my friends.
Wolf calls coming from the dens.
Grab a glass ready to take flight.
Hold on now for a hell of a ride.
- Title: Club.
- Artist: Major General Winter
- Description: A short description of a lady with her friends going to the club.
- Date: 12/19/2008
- Tags: club