She's tipsy and she knows she's trouble
Looking in my direction she's trying to dance
She's gone to moving from side to side
She's tryna make me lose my head
I know her kind
I know the things she can do if I
If I gave her the chance
Another drink another cigarette
She stands by my silhouette
She grabs my hand
Old Fashioned on the rocks
She eyes me like a fox
From under the showerhead
None of her doors have locks
But I'm lying there in my socks
I'm a prisoner to this bed
Angel on my shoulder
Told me not to hold her
But she's a perfect ten
She knows the key to my heart
I should've known from the start
She's played with better men
Then comes the break of dawn
When I walk myself home
And then I'm all alone
She's doing well in another place
Tryna get another taste
For another poor soul