An original I wrote tonight :-)
You get your way when your body sways
It's all about the way you move
But it's cheap, you make me feel cheap
Cos it's all about the drinks you need
But who am I, to tell you what's right
When we're all in the same hell hole
But I think, the more that I think
I'm calling this last orders
Cos I want more than a lip stick stain romance
I'm sick and tired of being just a dance floor whore
I see you eyeing me up again
Here we go, the same old show
You have your last shot again
You turn to me, I turn to you
You know I can't resist those eyes
But I'm through, I'm telling you
You ain't got a penny to my name
And it's funny, it really ain't funny
That I always come back for more
I want more than a lip stick stain romance
I'm sick and tired of being just a dance floor whore
I see you eyeing me up again
I want more than a lip stick stain romance
I'm sick and tired of being just a dance floor whore
I see you eyeing me up again
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