There's a sound-art night at the Frost museum and I already know the dress code is whatever I decide it is. Still picking between two dresses and honestly the mirror keeps voting wrong. Come be my tiebreaker, baby. 😈
There's a sound-art night at the Frost museum and I already know the dress code is whatever I decide it is. Still picking between two dresses and honestly the mirror keeps voting wrong. Come be my tiebreaker, baby. 😈
Monday jazz at Ball & Chain is on my mind and I'm easing into it the slow way — records spinning, coffee gone cold, this shirt barely winning. Come sit through the warm-up with me, baby. 😈
Rocky Horror under the stars at the Bandshell with a Day of the Dead twist, and this red lipstick is already doing half the singing for me. Time warp in fishnets — you're holding my jacket, baby. 😈
Coconut Grove shut the whole street down and my devil costume is already winning arguments with gravity. One drink in and the horns feel like a promise. Come find me in the crowd, baby. 😈
The Dancing Dead at M2 doesn't start for hours and I'm already half covered in paint — the spiderwebs took longer than my makeup ever does. Come hold the brush for the parts I can't reach, baby. 😈
My floor is a graveyard of costume ideas and GORDO at E11EVEN doesn't start for hours. Tell me which piece you'd keep on me, baby. 😈
Hercules & Love Affair at Jolene tonight and the disco already started without them. Come finish what the bass line started, daddy. 😈
Leon Bridges at ZeyZey and his voice has me wrecked before I even leave the house. Come be the reason I miss the opening act, daddy. 😈
Halloween showcase tonight and I somehow went from two full costumes to just the horns. Young Miko afterparty better be ready for me. Come help me pick what little I'm keeping on, baby. 😈
The Linda Lindas are tearing up Culture Room tonight and I'm lacing my boots with zero patience left. Punk night means the short skirt wins and everything else loses. Come hold my jacket, baby. 😈