Walk in with a little swagger in my step.
Thinking I know what is going on in every mind around me. And hell, I do.
I bite my lip and it drives them crazy because they like a tease.
They like a girl who knows how to show what she's got.
I own them. They jeer and shout and I give a little smile and maybe, a wink.
I feel the electricity in the air crackle just for me and the world lights up.
Spotlight is on me and everyone is looking.
With a flick of my wrist I own them and I can see the control they're about to toss away.
And just before I breathe, my tongue traces across my lips. They shout.
And men are toys.