Midnight Molasses

nicotine stained fingers tap ashes into a shot glass half full of midnight molasses amber buzz in my bones watching from across the room she knows i got a jones she got a body i want to own lickin, my lips- lettin' her know i'm full grown just sittin' here tryin' to get my lie together i ain't gonna lie i want us to ride together lying so i can love her better and, yeah, so i can peel her out that sweater grab a napkin from the bar intent on writing her a letter expressing how i wish we were alone the first time that i met her order me another shot of that midnight molasses glance back across the room her and him are tapping glasses