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She is twenty three now I see

her watching me at this wedding party

her boyfriend by her side, looks away when faced with my minds-eye. Oh young man, I feel for you.



With half a chance She's agreed to dance

with me you see, as I order another Jack Black

while thinking back, I realize....she is mine for the taking.



The Band plays the blues you understand, and after I ask him for her hand, I feel her, pressing into me, woman to man, and I ask myself...Can I afford the hangover?



After another Jack Black again I ask him for her hand

he says it's ok, I knew he'd understand, we do a nasty Mustang Sally in front of her man, she tells me...



"There's no ring yet", you see he doesn't have the balls

and as I smell her scent, I'm tempted to take her,

back to room three-o-nines walls, where forty five melts twenty three, as we would be one...for just a night



The song now has ended, she's like "what do ya say" as she whispers in my ear, "we gunna play"

I look over at him and realize...bad as I want to,



I cannot afford the hangover...



© Dennis Hicks