It's all your fault.
I haven't been able to get that place out of my head.
Those go-go boys dancing seductively in nylon pants.
Full-blooded erect cocks curve in my direction.
I haven't been able to get that place out of my head.
Boys stand, staring at pert chests and bare, bronzed butts.
Cocks with mushroomed heads glisten beneath the lights of this seedy bar
For all those bloodshot eyes.
Boys stand, staring at pert chests and bare, bronzed butts
That shake in the mirrors of men's fantasies
For all those bloodshot eyes.
Stick a dollar in their pants for every little tawdry dance
That shake in the mirrors of men's fantasies.
A cute, Cuban stud.
Stick a dollar in their pants for every little tawdry dance
During this night of wicked intentions.
A cute, Cuban stud
Looks at me point blankly from his eternal stage
During this night of wicked intentions.
He hungers for my gentle hands of twilight.
Looks at me point blankly from his eternal stage.
What have I to offer this godly stallion?
He sways singularly for the men.
They must feed their lusts tonight.
What have I to offer this godly stallion
Whose sex seduces loose lips?
They must feed their lusts tonight
In the dark chambers of loneliness.
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