Girls on the Hunt — Who’s Getting a Taste? -

Girls on the Hunt — Who’s Getting a Taste?

We’re standing there giggling, in heels and lipstick so red
All the guys are checking us out — yeah, we know, they want us in bed
No shame, no pressure, we do just what we feel
I’m loving this vibe — nothing to hide, just keeping it real

We’re scoping the guys, and the cars they show off
Harry, Conny, Peter — and that new boy? Oh, he’s tough
No stress, just looks, we play as we please
This is our night — we want fun, we want heat, we want tease

One hand on my waist, another voice in my ear
I laughed out loud — but held my yes, kept it clear
There were eyes, hands, body heat, that thick sexy scent
I’m scanning the crowd — looking for the one who makes me bent

We’re out tonight, and we’re turning the heat
Red lips, short skirts, and no retreat
If you play it cool, you might get a taste
But we don’t give it up to boys who chase

A cigarette lights, a gaze cuts through the haze
He’s leaning on a hood like he’s done it for days
His smile’s slow, his stance says sin
I bite my lip — could be him, could begin

We’re out tonight, and we’re turning the heat
Red lips, short skirts, and no retreat
If you play it cool, you might get a taste
But we don’t give it up to boys who chase

I want a man who knows when not to speak
One look, one move — makes my knees go weak
So I keep on teasing, letting the night unfold
Waiting for that fire, not just someone bold

We’re out tonight, and we’re turning the heat
Bodies like fire, high heels on the street
If you’ve got that spark, I might say yes
But I never drop for anything less

Watching the Hunt – Waiting for a Taste

They’re standing there laughing, heels sharp, lips painted red
Every guy’s eye’s locked on them — yeah, I know what’s unsaid
No pressure, no shame, they do just what they feel
I watch the vibe unfold — electric, raw, and real

Checking out the cars, the names they throw around
Harry, Conny, Peter — new kid’s trying to hold ground
No stress, just the game — they play it their way
Tonight’s their night — fire, heat, tease on display

One hand on her waist, voice close, whisper in ear
She laughs, holds back, but I sense she wants me near
Eyes meet, bodies close, that scent thick in the air
I scan the parking lot — hoping she’s the one who’ll dare.

They’re out tonight, turning up the heat
Red lips, short skirts, no retreat
Play it cool, maybe get a taste
But they don’t give it up to boys who chase

She lights a cigarette, gaze cuts through the haze
Leaning on a hood, like she owns the place
Slow smile, confident stance, tempting sin
I bite my lip — could be me, could begin

Watching all the players and the games they play
Names like Harry, Conny, Peter fade away
It’s her night, her rules, her tease, her heat
I’m just hoping for that moment we finally meet

They’re out tonight, turning up the heat
Red lips, short skirts, no retreat
Play it cool, maybe get a taste
But they don’t give it up to boys who chase

I want the one who knows when not to hold back
One look, one move — puts me on track
She’s teasing the night, letting fire unfold
Waiting for the spark, not just someone bold

They’re out tonight, turning up the heat
Bodies like fire, high heels on the street
If I’ve got that spark, maybe I’ll get yes
But I know she won’t settle for less