i got called “feminist” by two different guys this week-end, maybe that proves how wrong / biased you where about me when it came to that / in general

sometimes i forget i’m blonde

the disco ball scratches
atches
atches
as the music bounces off the walls
your eyes showering me with gold flecks all over

hit the lights
we’ll be famous one day i’m sure
until then i’m perfectly happy
to bar-hop, wrapped in neons and scandalous
to be loud and drunk and disorderly and magnificent
light up another cigarette and give me your hand
i want to live forever i want to dance dance dance i want to be with you right here with you
and kiss you one more time
or two

i just cant stop staring at that perfect girly girl you
with all that make up and oh the mini skirts
i know you are all kinds of wrongs for me
cause it feels like i’m 17 again

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