Chlorine and Perfume

Pretty simple, along the lines of my last poem. Constructive criticism would be great.

I’m goin’ out tonight
On the fair-ground side
Meet me at the stop light
My freak-show bride

There’s some in kitty-corner lies
Sewn in her lacy frills
She's got pretty lips
And faithful eyes
But, lord, she gives me chills
There’s chlorine in that perfume

Lasers and electric lights
On the boulevard ride
Meet me at the fist fights
My china-doll's pride

There’s some in kitty-corner lies
Sewn in her lacy frills
She’s got pretty lips
And faithful eyes
But, lord, she gives me chills
There’s chlorine in that perfume

Deformed faces, Electric lies
Addicted skin and honest eyes
Chlorine and Perfume