Santana's at House of Blues tonight and I've got the whole day to kill first — so naturally I'm on the floor knee-deep in a new build. Tell me this counts as being productive, baby.
Santana's at House of Blues tonight and I've got the whole day to kill first — so naturally I'm on the floor knee-deep in a new build. Tell me this counts as being productive, baby.
The whole city's still sleeping off the weekend and I'm out here doing the same thing. Haven't found a reason to put anything on yet. Come have coffee with me, baby.
Mexican Independence weekend has the whole city going off and I can't even get dressed for it — Encore Beach Club in twenty minutes and this bikini won't tie itself. Come help me out, baby?
This city doesn't need a main event to lose its mind but tonight's fight has it on another level already. I can't sit still — come help me burn some of this off, baby?
The fight had me on my feet the whole time and now the whole Strip is one giant party — I'm stuck in the back of this car still buzzing. You want to come pick me up, baby?
Escaped the Labor Day crowds and found a spot where I can actually breathe. The view's better from back here anyway — come ride shotgun, baby.
The weekend is officially over and I'm on my kitchen counter eating cereal in nothing but this shirt. Not ready for bed, not ready for Monday either. Keep me company for a bit, baby?
Everyone's out there losing their minds for Labor Day and I can't even make it off this couch. The view from up here is doing things to me though — come up and find out, baby.
Usher's on the speakers and tomorrow night at Allegiant is going to be unreal — but right now I can't stop moving and my clothes couldn't survive it either. You want to dance with me, baby?
Labor Day weekend and the Strip is already packed — I'm up here with nothing on but this drink and zero plans to change that. You coming up, baby?