Hub City Stompers 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.
