you dance like you don't want to have sex with me

who's buying you your next drink?
is he the one bumping lines off the bathroom sink?
or the one standing in the corner with his arms
crossed and his sunglasses on
like he's not having any fun

i love the song that's playing
you shrug and tell me you can't hear what i'm saying
pointing at both of your ears and shaking your head
to the beat of the music
and i mouth the words "forget it"

some punks are rushing the decks
bitching at the dj to switch up his old set
you may want to stop putting on all that lipstick
because your dry martini
is turning pink and glittery

can i have your phone number?
i'll give you mine as well so that you'll remember
since you keep asking the bartender if he's gay
after he's said "no" five times
and slipped you three of his best lines

you dance like you don't want to have sex with me