In Fiction such a pretty mess

She likes the sound of her own voice way too much,
So un-impressed by the life I've lead,
She scans the room, rolls her eyes and takes a breath, takes my glass, a sip, a second guess
I'm gonna let this one breath just a little bit,
She gets her own way-
way too much
I scan the room, catch her eye then turn around, I count to ten...
then she taps my back
I'm on a roll and I could be from any where
She doesn't know and she doesn't care
I'm on a roll and I could take this anywhere,
Take you anywhere
Take you anywhere
She pulls me in by my tie and holds me there,
She says that she calls the shots around here,
I stare her out til she bites my bottom lip,
I fit the bill, with a tip,
and we leave at last
I'm on a roll and I could be from any where
She doesn't know and she doesn't care
I'm on a roll and I could take this anywhere,
Take you anywhere
Take you anywhere
She likes the sound of her own voice way too much
and I'm so un-impressed,
Your such a pretty mess
I'm on a roll and I could be from anywhere
She doesn't know and she doesn't care
I'm on a roll and I could take this anywhere,
Take you anywhere
Take you anywhere
Take you anywhere