Her nails are ruby red
Kind of like her lips
And they are both burning to be used
By no one in particular
But someone ought to do it
Just grab her and kiss her
Because a part of her wants that
Although she really doesn't know why
It could be because she needs it
Or maybe that she wants it
And all the recklessness it brings
She's in the mood for little black dresses
And ruby red high heels
Maybe even a little midnight dancing
With a guy she'll never see again
She's a little afraid that
Maybe what she means by
Her anxious, dishonorable intention
of "kiss me hard"
Is "two can play at this game"