Story Behind The Song

Inspired by my own experiences dating/courting a femme fatale

Song Description

The femme fatale at the bar, the one all the boys want. She doesn't care and shoots down everyone without a care in the world. A casual observer challenges his friend to make a move but warns it won't be fruitful.

Lyrics

She's got the look to get all the boys hooked
But only few will live to tell the tale
Good luck getting her name, best be on top of your game
Cuz within seconds your routine gets stale

You said you'd kill for just a taste
But she'll be quick to lay you to waste

She's always high in demand
She'll make you putty in her hands
And oh oh oh oh
That's just how she likes it
She'll launch a thousand ships
With just a swing of her hips
And oh oh oh oh
That's just how she likes it.

Vodka soda and lime, she gets it everytime
But she'll never be stuck with the bill
Batter up, batter up, You're next to fill up her cup
Will you strike out or go in for the kill?

So many try to crack the shell
Of this frigid femme fatale

Did she come here to meet someone?
Or did she just come to dance?