Easy way out

This is what I’d call a perfect start to my weekend,

Flushing down a glass of Vodka in a second,

It brings the Truest of me I don’t have to pretend,

To my loved ones I can’t stop but defend.

It started rather slow,

I hadn’t any plans for a show,

Things just happen without my know,

Now am around pretty girls and I can’t get my ass to go.

This girl next to me,

let’s call her Bree,

Tall as a tree,

Boobs dropping out you don’t struggle to see.

She’s fine as hell,

Confused as well,

Looking anxious for a male,

I can tell she’s easy to nail.

My eyes still stuck to the girl passing by,

I can tell she’s sweet like a meat pie,

I know my gut is telling me to try,

Knowing when in she’ll definitely sigh.

She has a big ass,

A smile that you can’t pass,

A wound that I can imagine to nurse,

Repeatedly not once.

She was heading to the ladies,

Came back and I stopped her,

I said, "would you love to dance with me'

She said "I like your gut but you don’t know me.'

Tried to explain that I want her,

She ranked me top of her bar,

She didn’t want one of her per,

I had no money like her.

Now am stuck,

A man with no luck,

It’s all getting clouded and dark,

But the chick that’s easy is tall and I don’t give a fuq.