So you see me at the club

You think I’m sexy

You say you want to know me better,

But your eyes say you want to sex me

You ask me for my name

But it’s all part of the game

You see the way I dance

You dying to get in my pants.

You say the normal bullshit about romance.

Looking at me, but really looking through me

Already imagining how it would feel to do me

You’re getting hard, blood rushing from one head to another head

You’re saying whatever is necessary to get me in bed

Your mouth is saying you think I’m sweet

But mentally you’re hoping I’m some kinda freak

You buy me a drink trying to get me right

Wondering how much you got to spend before you can fuck me tonight

So, I see you at the club

I think, this brotha’s shit is tight

I wonder if you’re the one who will finally treat me right

I ignore you at first, just trying to maintain

But you continue to pursue so I engage in the game

You buy me one drink, two, then three

Suddenly all the bullshit you’re talking seems right to me

You whisper in my ear, “Can I take you home”

I hesitate a little, but I’m so tired of sleeping alone

I hesitate some more, true I’ve had a few drinks and I’m feeling really nice

But I wonder, is it too soon to break you off a slice?

The club scene is no joke

You came for your reasons, I came for mine

Man and woman getting caught up time after time

One looking for love, the other an ease for their lust

Getting physical before establishing friendship and trust