Iím so bored tonight even the Las Vegas Strip looks good to me.
Down below my house, in the valley, Sin City winks at me like the high class whore she is. She knows I have a dollar in pocket, and hints that I could get lucky. Even a tease would be more entertaining that this, right?
Itís only 9 and the wife is in bed. Thereís nothing but reruns on TV, Come on, big boy, Iím only a mile away. No one has to know. We can make beautiful music together.
Well, I know the desert city and her tricks. Yep, she looks mighty good , until you get up close. The painted ladyís lips are chapped and cracked under the glossy lipstick. She's blushed and brushed, and thick makeup hides a bruised eye and cheek bone. Her low cut silk dress reveals just enough to hint that Miss Vegas hasnít had a bath in a long time.
Sheís fooled me before, taken my money, given back a dime for a dollar, and then ripped even that out of my hand. When the dime was gone too she blew smoke in my face and laughed through her broken teeth as I staggered away.
Yup, she looks good from a hillside a mile away, but not good enough to jump off a cliff for.
Iíd rather stay bored.
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