party lights

we got drunk by the lights in the place

I came to the club,

As the party people sip in bub.

I sat by the counter,

And asked for tequilla to the bartender.


I had shots and shots,

Til the club went hot,

‘Cause a shorty came near to me,

To drink Patron and martini.


The DJ turned up the floor with a Flo Rida beat.

We went to the dance floor and shared the heat.

How could a goddess ask a mere me to dance?

In the groovy air, we put up our hands.


She came to my lips and asked, “Tell me, what’s your flavor?”

I came to her ear and said, “May be just get my number.”

We got drunk by the lights in the place,

And by how Patron and martini taste.


Suddenly, I sneaked away,

‘Cause I realized she’s not May,

Whom I’ll wait for, not in this club,

But on the corner of the street where I found love.