Give me back my days of booze
the fun I had with my drunken muse.
Sad sorry Cindy, only twenty-five
desperately needs music,
once again to feel alive.
So whom I ask, is coming out with me?
What song will bravely set us free?
Skyscraper stilettos, and Egyptian eyes,
ink painted
are ready to paralyze
Couple of pins to stray hairs
and ours is the night to share.
“Watch the white slacks with the Cosmo
sit it down our song is starting,
boogie time’s calling”.
Promise you won’t laugh
at my pathetic booty shaking
buy me another drink and my picture,
I might permit you to be taking.
Night comes to an end,
ecstatic Cindy is Cindy once again.
My-space, watch out, party shots
in the hundreds are coming.
After tonight, another ’girly rampage’
should surely be forthcoming.
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