Dancing with a Hoodrat

There she is dancing
Waving her hands in the air
Between the DJ’s hitlist
She stops and checks her hair…

Why does she do herself up like that
In the club a good two nights a week?
Ummm, have you heard of a lighter-colored lipstick?
Hahahaha, LOL
And her moves?
She could be a power lifter
With all those times down to the floor

Wait, let me guess
You’re in school to be a nurse
Not a doctor
But a nurse

And she says, “Why yes, you’re right
How did you know that?”
(With a smile, I might add…)

Her friends speak with annoying inflections
How long have they been in this country?
They’ve figured out the rhythm of this song
But not the rhythm of a sentence
Check this out hoodrat:
When you get to the end of a sentence
End it!!!
Stop dragging out your last word dramatically
Stop saying “Oh, I knowwwww”

And, check this one out:

“Damn…white girl just hit the floor
You see that shit?”
Wait, she might be hurt
He goes over to help
And says:
Just lay there for a second
You’ll be alright
Sloshed
Couldn’t hold her liquor

Maybe someone here could be useful…

And the dance goes on
As the DJ plays “Hero’s Song”
Listen as everyone sings along
Don’t you know the lyrics to this one?

Hoodrats hoodrats
Come in droves
Hoodrats hoodrats
In skanky clothes
Check out that one over there
Is that olive oil in her hair?
And my oh my would you look at that?
Check out that roll of baby fat
And listen to her say:

“Out of my way skinny white bitch”

At least that’s what it sounded like to me
With her stupid accent
Oh my Gawd, if I have to hear them talk anymore
I’m going to scream

But not him
He took a chance
Because the fly girl could dance
Oh yes, she could dance
Dance with the hoodrat
Dance, white boy, dance