"Last call for your alcohol so tell me, what'll it be?"
I said, "Whatever your drink is, barkeep, pour two on me."
It was a scotch on the rocks.
I caught this pretty girl's eyes catchin' mine. Couldn't hesitate to ask her what her plans were for the night.
She said, "Whatever you're doin' will do just fine."
Slow down, it's pickin' up.
We go outside and she's just my type.
She pulls out a flask and a plastic cup.
She takes her lust straight up, she fills my cup.
No chase. No sour look on her face.
All she needs or wants is another taste.