Joe Murphy Poet Ballad

Dancing In the Kitchen

I Love the ground you walk on
So don't take this the wrong 
way
Go grab a beer and park it 
And listen to what I gotta say

I appreciate the diamonds 
And the expensive foreign cars
And how you bust your butt at 
work
And don't cruise the local bars. 

But I want to dance with you 
in the kitchen
And maybe sing along
Like mamma and daddy used 
to do
When they heard a favorite 
song. 

When Daddy would up and 
grab her
They would dance the waltz 
sublime
And you know my dear old 
daddy
Copped a feel of her behind. 

Mamma would slap his hand 
away
And tell him to act his age
But she just kept on dancing
On the floor he'd made their 
stage  

I know this all sounds silly 
Another thing that men don't 
get
But the look in her eyes when 
she danced with him
I never will forget. 

So come on home in your 
dancin' shoes
I've swept the kitchen floor
Don't bother to turn the lights 
on 
And it would be wise to lock 
the door.

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