So we start and we're at home, our nails done and hair fierce, feeling sleazy - we've all been there - so we're gonna head down to the local speakeasy. Good use of rhyme but I don't think our story takes place in 1920. Anyways, we turn some heads, probably get a few free beverages and we're on our way to verse two...
...when we walk in to the local burger joint to turn some more heads. Yes, we're cruisin' the In-n-Out or some shit like that. The men all put down their burgers and sodas and stare. Amazing.
But wait, this goes on for a bit, then about five minutes into our seven minute tale, we decide we have better things to do and peace out, leaving our ladies - and, presumably, Jimmy Jam - to finish things up for us.