Clutch Tango

You were a beam of shining light

On an otherwise dreary night.

Your golden hair against your flight

And fishnets on so tight.

Oh such a shame the show was lame

With so many fools to blame.

And then out came your fine young frame

And I knew you were game.

I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch.

(but you were sucking on that clutch)

Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch.

(but you were sucking on that clutch)

Bought cuffs, whips, and chains, lubrication and such.

(you were sucking on that clutch)

Just say I was asking too much

I saw you suck on that clutch.

Couldn't wait one second more

So I searched for you door to door.

And when I reached room 4-2-0

I smelled something I think I know.

I busted in and through the haze

I caught your red-eyed gaze.

All shot out with the whole damned band

With a clutch in your hand.

I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch.

(but you were sucking on that clutch)

Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch.

(but you were sucking on that clutch)

Bought cuffs, whips, and chains, lubrication and such.

(you were sucking on that clutch)

Just say I was asking too much

I saw you suck on that clutch.

[sax solo]

I lay up awake, couldn't wait for your touch.

(but you were sucking on that clutch)

Insisted I pay, wouldn't even go Dutch.

(but you were sucking on that clutch)

Bought cuffs, whips, and chains,, lubrication and such.

(you were sucking on that clutch)

Just say I was asking too much

I saw you suck on that clutch

You slut.