109/ you sit next to me

I know my way about
when it comes to women.
We go from pub to club,
have a rubbish night out.
In the corner an unplugged TV;
the stripper bends over,
you sit next to me.
She buys me a drink, I touch her face,
she closes her eyes, I look back at you.
Come tomorrow, I will be with some other.
Then along the sea-front, back to the club bar.
Someone notices me with the camera.