The cold, dark night started with a plan.
He wanted to hit the club so that he could dance.
A place where he could release stress and be free
A place where there was always a pretty lady to see.
He looked through his closet for the right thing to wear
He wanted to make em look and maybe even stare
Found a nice shirt, shoes, smooth slacks
Tonight was gonna be his...his outfit couldn't lack
He made it to the club and got in for free
He was confident and excited about how the night would be.
As he made his way to the bar...
he exchanged daps and hugs like he was a star.
On his way, he saw a fine chick who caught his eye
Nice hair, pretty face, great body...she was mad fly
They made eye contact and he saw her smile
His heart raced. He hadn't felt like this in a while.
He was headed in her direction.
A woman with whom he'd want her affection
Out of nowhere stepped another man
She must have came with him and he didn't understand
Why would she give him "The Look"
Her ulterior moves had him shook.
He played it cool and proceeded to get his drink
Knowing that she faked him out, the night was beginning to stink.
He watched her dance with him for the rest of the night
He quickly noticed that she kept him in her sight
Despite being with him, she didn't stop with her eyes
Her actions told him that she was telling lies
You know...I'm here b/c I have to be
Suddenly...curiosity was getting the best of he.
This went on until the club was ready to close.
Her and her man went separate ways and it was time for her to show
If she was wid it
Could he get the digits?
She gave him the number and told him to call
He said he would and he knew they'd have a ball
He called her the next day anxiously with no delay.
The number was to the fish market. Damn...did he just get played?
