Mr - Smoke City

Cool and calm, Mr. Gorgeous

Walks up to the bar and orders and

As he passes by, they all sigh - ah...

When he moves just like a panther

He feels your gaze, but won't look at ya

He won't dare a smile

'Cause it's really not his style at all

She's so slick and so curvaceous

The way she walks is quite contagious

Eager eyes follow her thighs and go, hmmm

The way she moves strikes a chord

Hits the groove

But she ignores the

Hopeful advances

No, she don't give no chances at all

All alone our Miss Curvaceous

Back at her place finds her bed too spacious

And as she passes her own reflection, sighs

Ooh...

Mr. Gorgeous is feeling lonely

He wishes that if he could only

Smile, once a while, ah

So lonely, poor thing

So while you are shaking your hips

Keep your lips turned up