What bad girl Want?

I want curls in my hair
Dyed in shades of green and red.
Night clubs, bar tenders.
Scotch Wiskey and Vodka at last.
I want margarita.
And I want them ice cold.
Colder than my own heart.
So that I can term my heart as warm.
Neon lights dangling from the ceiling.
Cool breeze, cizar at one hand.
Just for the sake of memory
Cause my ex loved Turkish cigarettes.
Flirting with random guys
I won’t even meet again.
I want lo-fi beats
Long drives by the highway, dark alleys,
Prostitutes showing off extra skin.
I want pictures of them for my gallery.
Good Nikon camera,
Low key background, rock and roll
And Periadical Jazz.
And when it’s all over,
A long deep kiss by the streetlight.