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There's a whole set of me outside in nothing but stockings and heels, showing off like I never learned manners. Public flashing still gets me every time — retired from the club, not from being bad. How long could you watch before you'd have to join in?
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Scene Queen's at Saint Andrew's tomorrow and I've got too much metal in my blood to sit still tonight — so I dug out the stash where the grey knit top doesn't survive past the first song. Consider it my pre-show warm-up. Which clip gets you moving?
Burger night and I refuse to cook in a full shirt — the smoke detector has seen more of me than most of this block. Cast iron's hot, whiskey's poured, and I'm pressing these patties like they owe me money. Tell me you'd set the table without being asked.
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Monday's got nothing on my calendar but a glass of whiskey and this stash I've been sitting on — choker on, manners off, the way you like me best. I filmed every filthy minute of it and I'm not sorry about one. Which part do you think broke me first?
Beck's at the Fox tonight and I've had my ticket since the day they dropped — I'll sing over every damn song, ask anyone who's been stuck next to me. Coffee's on and there's nothing worth mentioning under this tee. Tell me you'd pour the cup and stay for the view.
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Punk show at Saint Andrew's Hall tonight and I've got too much energy to sit still until doors open — good thing I already filmed exactly what happens when whiskey hits me before a mosh pit does. Choker, stockings, and zero manners. Which clip would you replay first?
Wings home opener and this bar is losing its mind at every whistle — I came for the hockey, stayed because my jersey fits like it missed me. Tell me you'd grab the stool on my other side.
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Three fingers of whiskey in and I went digging for the nastiest thing I own — and found it. Choker, stockings, me and the big pink one going until my legs gave out. Tell me you'd have lasted longer than I did.
Corner pumpkin lot is stacked and I'm out here picking the ugliest one like it's a pageant. The guy running it already got more show than he paid for — tell me you'd have come over and helped me lift it.
Gorillaz at Little Caesars tonight and I'm doing my face way ahead of schedule because the front row deserves effort. Tell me you'd be my plus one.
The folk guy at the Masonic can have his quiet crowd tonight — me and the whiskey stayed home and got loud instead. Tell me you'd climb onto this bed without asking twice.