Santana played for three hours and every nerve is still humming — this dress couldn't come off fast enough. Think you could keep the night going?
Santana played for three hours and every nerve is still humming — this dress couldn't come off fast enough. Think you could keep the night going?
Mariachi still in my chest, tequila still warm, and this white dress doing absolutely nothing under those stage lights. Come find me before the last song plays.
Absinthe's burlesque is still under my skin and I can't sit still — one strap down, heels off, replaying every move in my head. You think you could keep up with the after-party?
Monday doesn't start until this towel comes off and I'm in no rush. Think you could change my mind?
Making coffee in a kitchen that isn't mine wearing a shirt that isn't mine either. You jealous yet?
Raiders and Dolphins today and Vegas is already stirring — out here with my coffee and the whole skyline to myself before kickoff chaos. You tailgating or just watching me?
Big fight at T-Mobile tonight and the whole city's already buzzing but I'm in here getting my own work in first. You think you could go a round with me?
Latin music is taking over the Strip this weekend and I'm on my floor with spreadsheets trying to figure out how to be everywhere at once. You wanna be my plus-one or what?
Deep Purple is tearing through PH Live and I forgot how different a real rock crowd feels — everyone in black, the bass rattling my ribs, not a sequin in sight. You think you could survive a night like this with me?
First one in the studio means the reformer by the window and zero audience — well, almost zero. Think you could keep up with me at six in the morning?