Under the neon street lights,
two Divas walk hand in hand.
Dirty strip clubs line the walls;
kinky bubonic plagued havens.
A different set of musical vibrations cause
their three-inch heeled steps to skip, move.
Under a different set of neon lights, the two
girls step up and shake free those sequins.
Dancing to remember their struggle, dancing
to forget the bad times, they let everything go.
In their classy haven from hate,
the two Divas moved in unison.
Under the neon lights, they fade
away; lovers with starlight eyes.
C & K 