You Don'T Meet Prince Charming At a Bar

He takes me in his arms Leading me in his hypnotic dance His arms are strong As he embraces me Twirling and grinding his body Suggestively into mine The music pounds And tantalizes my ears The lights they excite me And if the liquor is Thick in my veins I can almost see him... The man on the white horse The man who is purely fantasy And will never exist But, oh how I would love for him to be real! To fall in love in just one night And to have him carry me off to never never land But instead I wake up From my fantasy And look instead into The eyes of a drunken lover