Into The Mirror

They got a mirror for the ‘caine in the bathroom

because nobody here knows when to stop

but for now we’re just making out with the door unlocked

back in the atrium the music’s slowing down,

the party’s thinning out

for the late crowd

fixes her lipstick,

fixes his belt,

the coast is clear as he walks out

She whispers:

“You get what you pay for

we could cost a lot

you get what you pay for

but we do it for the taste of a good high

we do it for the sake of a hot night”

Her man on the couch in the blue room

with everyone stoned and talking at once

with no thought to where they’d been

or what they could have done

she sits down beside him

without a hint of shame

because everything’s the same in it’s own way

Kisses her man’s cheek,

her hunter eyes lock on her prey

She signals:

You get what you play boy

we could play a lot

you get what you play boy

but you do it for the taste of a good high

we do it for the sake of a hot night

She senses the fear in him

with an irresistible kiss

and a lie she hangs on his neck

like a silver chain to her whim

pull him into the mirror again

She senses the need in him

for her irresistible kiss

and a lie that she hangs on his neck

like a silver chain to her whim

There’s a mirror for the ‘caine in the bathroom

because nobody here knows when to stop

and the hand towel on the rail

seems it hangs out here a lot