Dancing Her Stilettos Off
11June09

through narrowed eyes you watch her
she's bumping and grinding against some random guy
in a club where she doesn't even belong
it's your club
(you belong here)

You see the dumb blonde from the corner of you eye
of course she had something to do with it
they're rarely seen without each other these days
she's a bad influence, you hate it
(you're supposed to be the bad influence)

your fist clenches as she downs another drink
before tonight alcohol had never passed her lips
and now she was practically drunk
while this random guy was holding her up
(your arms should be holding her)

the blonde approaches the bar and orders more drinks
you grab her wrist
"what the fuck do you think your doing Tawni?"
she grins at you and walks away, shoving another drink into the poor girls hands.
(you can't help notice she ordered your usual)

it's not long before she's on the bar
dancing her stilettos off
her gaze falls upon you and you can't seem to look away.
amongst the cheering and sleazy comments
(you can't help think about what a good girl she once was)

a voice beside you notices how her gaze falls on yours
"you know her?"
you take one last look and down your drink before replying
"Not anymore"
(Sonny Monroe used to be such a good girl)