Through those plate glass windows...
I can see you...
you, watching me...
I am surrounded by flashes...
The cameras follow me...
Like its lens...
I capture you...
They catch my long luxurious legs...
Oh, so tan...
and so smooth...
My dress hugs all the right amount of curves...
and these stilettos only work to enhance them...
My hair so silky...
the shade of black...
Only makes your lips smack...
and your foot you begin to tap...
you pull me in, against your lap...
your camera you will never want to cap...
baby there is no need for a nightcap...
The signs of you wanting me...
resemble my body temperature...
thermometers are no accurate measure...
When I dance...
I give em' all the pleasure...
I have a reputation...
No it's not easy it takes all the right motivation...
When I dance all around em'
It gives me passion...
I feel it in my veins, like a constant vibration...
To make a new Creation...
can be the cause of hallucination...
Like a mirage...
They will crave my destination...