Vegas

We make our way down her strip,
With huge hopes and hard-ons,
And look up her neon skirt.
Her casinos kick high
Like a chorus line of showgirls.
She's a hot lady of the night,
Beckoning us with her slots,
As we look to get lucky.

We leave her in the morning unnoticed,
With heartburn and headaches.
Our money left on her table.
She knows we'll come again.