Hustle Rose

Behold the fishnet [bad word] tonight
Hustle Rose goes from limb to limb
Fingertip to painted lip she sways her way up to him
Says, “Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
You’re gonna wanna wear it out”

If you’re looking for something life-like
Hit a sardine nightclub
If every surface you touch is cold
Never go home
He says, “I can’t feel a thing, my dreams are so tight
Why wouldn’t I stand in line tonight?”

Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
You’re gonna wanna wear it out
You’re gonna wanna wear it out
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
Now that your wallet is on/lit up
You’re gonna wanna wear it out
You’re gonna wanna wear it out

You could throw me a bone
If I get too close you wake me up
remind me softly to go
If I forget won’t you wake me up
Remind me not to feel a thing
Keep the dream tight
I can’t feel a thing
My dreams are so tight
Can't feel anything
My dreams are so tight
Why wouldn’t I stand in line tonight?