He's worked hard all week
So the least he deserves
Is a night out
With you
He doesn't know I'm here
He doesn't even know who I am
And nor does he know that last night I had you
Up against the wall.
In your thigh-high boots
And your waist-high skirt
And your leather jacket
In the pissing rain.
And against the wall is where I'll be tonight too
Watching, feeling, savouring
Your every move as you prowl around him
To make him feel as special as I'm sure he really is.
And every now and then I may mingle with the crowd
My saviour, my camouflage, my disguise
Brushing up against bodies to make sure that my timing is good
For when I make my first move of the night
Every body passed, another hurdle overcome
Every step is one step closer
And when I finally touch you it electrifies me
And he, of course, is none the wiser.
Did you know it was me? Of course you did
How could it ever have been anyone else?
For would they have known that your sweet spot was right there, where I touched you?
And more to the point, would he?
(to be continued)
