Turn the Hoe To a Home Wife
She is dancing on top of the pole,
Wearing only a pair of shoes.
Lights are turning on and off,
Owning the eyes of Evil's crews.
In the corner a man bowed his head.
Enjoying the pleasure of a vodka drinks.
Waiting for the moment to end,
And plead to a woman for an hour of seat.
He is a typical guy from a downtown...
Everyday visits and watching her afar.
Never aware of love will grow...
Dreaming that someday he take her home.
But who will treat her like a beautiful flower?
The question hanging on her thoughts.
A broken glass that isn't fixable,
Who has the courage to reborn her soul?
She is a woman,dancing on her shoes.
Lights are turning on and off.
His man is sitting,waiting for his turn.
Praying that her woman wear his ring.
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