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Dressed for the ball, carry your shoes
Ready to dance to rhythm and blues
Or maybe the swing with continental flair
Following steps of would be Fred Astairs
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A house is not a home
Is what has oft been said
When one shares it with no one
And is all alone in stead
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In my youth I was Alone
But did not really see
The Loneliness around me
For there was much to be
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Four eyes staring at each other
Across a table or across a room
Four hands clasped together
Laid in each lap
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There is no pain like the heartache
Stemming from a broken heart
There is no open heart surgery
That can mend it
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Round and round in circles I go
Trying to run away from you so
You call me names and push me around
You pick and you tease with relentless rebound
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Thunder and lightning outside
And the rain is pouring down
The sky is crying with me
The thunder is me sobbing
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All alone
What to do
No one is there
To comfort you
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Sunken cushions in oversized chairs
Strong arms that hug us like bears
Lullabies hummed by mothers with care
All give us comfort to spare.
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When first you saw an eagle fly
Like wings, flapping your arms you tried
You thought of soaring, of touching the sky
Of getting there faster, than chitah's stride
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As we look in our children's faces
We look for little pieces of ourselves
Color of eyes, crooked nose
Freckles, dimples on bright smiles
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You needed someone who made no demands
You sought me out, we became friends
You offered me sadness, spoke of lost love
You offered your loneliness, your troubled soul
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There was at time
When thoughts that sprang
Within my mind were for my own pleasure
When lovely visions
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How can I not wish you well
On this your special day
When the world was graced with you
And became a better place
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I like me a whole lot
There’s no one on this earth
That likes me more than I like myself
At this time in my life
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You don't want me
Yet you won't let me go

I intrigue you
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Dance Hall

Dressed for the ball, carry your shoes
Ready to dance to rhythm and blues
Or maybe the swing with continental flair
Following steps of would be Fred Astairs
Who practice their routine night after night
Wishing their partners were less uptight

Toothless old men who reek with bad breath
And Old English mixed with three days old sweat
Looking for someone with interest to share
Stories of good old days, of people who cared
When the dollar they spent would last the night
Not just ten minutes of musicians' delight

Drunken sailors with tales of long days at sea
Expressing needs, starved for woman's company
Saliva on lips, drooling like Pavlovian's dogs
Minds filled with visions of getting it on
Lustful eyes, sweaty palms on roaming hands
Fully aroused pressing thighs making demands

Silhouettes, couples in corners passions abound
Rocking with rhythm to the beat of their drums
Refreshments served at tables by the side
For those who prefer to sit and not stride
Intimate conversations or small chit chats
Fifty cents a ticket will get you all that

Whether practicing steps or refining moves
All men are welcome to pick and to choose
There are women galore and some do put out
Those men that get one have a lucky night out
While others will settle for five minutes time
Of a dancer for money without feelings or rhyme.

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