Does she have the fever
Coursing through her veins
It's changing her demeanor

Makes her "SUPA" crazy
Flailing her arms about
A crowded scene, dancing

Sweating beads down her back
Soaks those sexy panties


What exactly should I say?
What exactly should I say?
It's as if my heart bled these words right onto this very page

I seal my intentions with a stamp and shoot it out your way
I will shoot it out your way
Quit acting like a stupid (*##$

Would you once just live for the day?
Won't you once live for the day?
I know you're better than this, so be...


Could she be my savior
Despite my behavior

Or is she the harlot
Impossible to love
Coursing through my liver

This dialogue delivers
Words painted by liquor
Meant to compliment her

These lights under a disco ball
And, she starts to fall
In love, or maybe lust

In the backseat she'll blush

And, my heart is in the glove box while she gets her groove on