friday night blues

Friday Night Blues.

The stab of a stiletto pierces my heart,
stop now remember to walk slowly,
do not dance to the music of your mind
it fools you to think that the fat man
you see in the shop window aren’t you,
but an old dupe bad on his feet.

Quick step and tango, no big deal I do
dance at home when alone, close my
eyes and sway, yeah, baby I’ve got
rhythm, in the night when they have all
gone to bed; a bottle of wine and dreams,
you wouldn’t know I was old.