Concert For One

You ask me to come to one of your gigs Every Thursday over a pint at The Hop I politely decline Every Thursday You sat there dressed in plaid and denim Your lips curl over the glass Well I couldn’t possibly watch Them curl over a microphone In front of all those people I prefer a concert for one Sat in my backyard Dancing to songs of your travels With cigarette in hand, The only one listening Selfish I know But you make me that way