Loved the showroom laughter Friday night before Count five and a little wreckless On fur lined floor Played the sinful rhythms Made me want to know Then she turned And whispered softly "I don't do faux" She's like a tornado Took me by surprise X.O., sugar, champagne and powders I closed my eyes In her cross bone sweater As she had to go Pushed the door closed And shouted loudly "I don't do faux"