He calls you up on Friday night
You are shaking your bum lost in the fast song
Hands all over you, you can feel the wetness against your ear
Hip, hip, hip to the hurraaaay you flash your bossom
Twenty percent near drunkenness, you hope to survive the night...
Hip, hip, hip to the hurraaaay you flash your bossom
Twenty percent near drunkenness, you hope to survive the night...
Grrrrrrrh...you feel the tingle against your skin.
He is not supposed to call now,you think to yourself.
Phone still ringing, his face looking straight at you like he is right next to you
Your mind is in overdrive, the sane part still untouched by the gin
He is not supposed to call now,you think to yourself.
Phone still ringing, his face looking straight at you like he is right next to you
Your mind is in overdrive, the sane part still untouched by the gin
Heels clickin...'ko-ko-ko-ko,' on the marbled ground, you rush out
Quick dash into the adjoining hotel room...curtains all drawn, you take up a comfy position
Grrrrrrrrrrhhhh...it comes again
"Breathe easy",you sing to yourself
Voice and breath steady, you pick up the phone...
'Oh baby'...you call out your voice slurred
"I'm sorry I was sound asleep...have you been calling for long?"
Waiting for his voice to come on then you hear the sounds of scraping chairs
Still waiting for his voice to come on you wondering if his phone was playing tricks with miss & redials
"Baby are you there?"
Then you hear a loud crash then a voice...."Bitch back off! Who the hell is your baby?
'I want you calling MY baby no more, f******** cunt, useless 'hore'. Leave my boyfriend the hell alone!"
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Writer's note - "Whose baby I'm thinking? Believe me I don't know where this thought came from.
I almost wrote that a doctor was calling her from the emergency ward with news of a ghastly accident involving her husband...it sounded too tragic and there she was diggin' it with another man at a bash. A burnt lover woman just sounded hilarious and unexpected.
Thinking out loud.
This piece was originally written in '11 as one of my Facebook notes.
Image credit- huffingtonpost.com
Quick dash into the adjoining hotel room...curtains all drawn, you take up a comfy position
Grrrrrrrrrrhhhh...it comes again
"Breathe easy",you sing to yourself
Voice and breath steady, you pick up the phone...
'Oh baby'...you call out your voice slurred
"I'm sorry I was sound asleep...have you been calling for long?"
Waiting for his voice to come on then you hear the sounds of scraping chairs
Still waiting for his voice to come on you wondering if his phone was playing tricks with miss & redials
"Baby are you there?"
Then you hear a loud crash then a voice...."Bitch back off! Who the hell is your baby?
'I want you calling MY baby no more, f******** cunt, useless 'hore'. Leave my boyfriend the hell alone!"
*****************************
Writer's note - "Whose baby I'm thinking? Believe me I don't know where this thought came from.
I almost wrote that a doctor was calling her from the emergency ward with news of a ghastly accident involving her husband...it sounded too tragic and there she was diggin' it with another man at a bash. A burnt lover woman just sounded hilarious and unexpected.
Thinking out loud.
This piece was originally written in '11 as one of my Facebook notes.
Image credit- huffingtonpost.com