Tonight’s my last night dancing at the club.
But then I see her in the crowd and I can’t take my eyes off her.
She’s got ‘First Lady hair.’
I want to drag my fingers through that perfect hair. I want to mess it up.
She’s wearing ‘Sunday church’ shoes.
I want to strip off her top, her skirt, and her cute little headband.
I’ll save the shoes for last.
I promised myself I wouldn’t come back to the club after tonight. But everything’s changed in a hot minute. Promises are meant to be broken and good girls are meant to be corrupted.