She’s masturbating the crowd with those scratches- Maintaining and delivering the bounce in this club- Her gold tooth peeks between those luscious lips- Queen Farina they call her- I’m only a spectator in her world- But that’s the way I like it- Her pulse is plugged into the headphone jacks- Her fingers works under and over the crowd- As she’s spinning-mixing fearsome tracks- And the women and men go wild- Nothing here is tame- The beasts were let out along time ago- But tonight they found a place where they could- Find each other- All…in…one…place- The dainty- The shy- The timid- The shrewd- The prune- The big egos- All left at the door- As they should be-Birth sign: Libra
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