She knows what she wants,
She's got a choice,
Making love to her tonic and gin with rhythm of a piano man,
Strangers are friends waiting to happen,
to forget about life for a while.
Tips the bartender and gets a cab,
the only change was that her cell phone never rang for being late.
Spills the morality and breaking all the barriers of lust, chauvinist.
Her radiated lipstick kisses the butt of cigarette,
walk down the narrow dark lane with low beams of lights on her heels.
Making her way to the bath tub with her zeal of an imaginary life.