Ya, Ya

More about
Mommy
And
Saturday Night.

What else can a girl live for?

No one's
Ever
Here
To take Mama's
Photo
After
Makeup
And
Wardrobe
So
Here's the visual

Black Arcus Boots
Hip hugging apple bottom jeans                                                                                          Hangin' a little low.
Lots of shoveling this winter so
Just enough marshmallow fluff
over the top
And below
A cotton candy pink
Hoody
Ghetto girl
Workout style
Topped with black leatha

The face
See above

On the finger
Big bling
100% Fake
Lookin' like
A million bucks
Works like a strobe when
I whip my hands
In the air
Over my head.

I don't wait

To be asked

I just dance
There's no time
For
Waiting

Eventually

Someone jumps on
My train
That's cool
Long as they
Obey the rules
Of the ride

 


So when
Somebody pulled me
Up against him
By my belt loops
From behind

That's fine
Cause
When the beat ended
And I wanted to go

He let me.

We'll dance again.