Crowded Spaces

I was fuckin’ you hard, baby,
Verbally, and with my razor
Sharp wit, yeah honey, I was
Givin’ it to you fast and
So sweet, droppin’ into my
Southern accent so easy,
Yeah baby, yeah baby, no
Baby, fuck you, because
I have a microphone,
I’m ampli-fuckin’-fied, and
You’re not getting’ me off
Stage that easy, this is my time,
I’m in front of hundreds,
And if you’re not pumping
My ego, I’ll pump it myself,
Into your fuckin’ blue martini,
Topping off your glass, with
My pearlescent, glutinous liquor.