Finding Repast At the Front Door

Word Lyric For Music #3 “Finding Repast at the Front Door” Melissa and her sister are on the floor, Dancing in circles without shoes, as before, Dancing like tomorra’ might not shine, Sipping white whales and bottles of red wine, They were seeking a brace of yes men, heretofore, Now they’re finding repast at the front door. Older dudes with cigarettes dangling, Said no with wives in tow; Melissa and her sister stopped angling, And found the limbo stick set down low, They begged Tired Ed not to lower it anymore, Now they’re finding repast at the front door. Late night promises made with a glass of rum, Melissa’s sister dancing to a delirious drum; She’s beckoning the boys to get down low, And with wives in tow, as before, The old dudes and Tired Ed got down on the floor, But Melissa and her sister, heretofore, Were finding repast at the front door.