Shackled
Backing my hips against white painted bricks
While stupid ass men dance with stupid ass chicks
They act like Adonis, which isn’t that honest
They’re trying their best ‘pulling’ tricks
I came in with Les who hopes to impress
A ‘prospect’ who’s scantily dressed
Get out there my son, he said, go have some fun
I said I was having a rest
And when I see Sally, I just dilly dally
I secretly couldn’t be keener
But she turned around, I stared at the ground
As though I had not even seen her
The chance of romance might get me to dance
But I don’t see much of a chance
When Sally said, ‘Hi,’ something flew in my eye
And so I avoided her glance
Perhaps I could ask next time she walks past
But I’ve still got quite a full glass
I could drink it quick which might make me sick
So this time I’ll just let her pass
The thing is I think that she gave me a wink
Last week as she sauntered on by
But I looked away because maybe that day
She thought I was some other guy
So now my mate, Les, has gone off with Bess
The girl in the skimpy red dress
It’s time to go home, again all alone
And act like I couldn’t care less.
A crippling ailment, a life in curtailment
Its living your life on your knees
No way to stand out when riddled with doubt
Yet no-one calls ‘Shy’ a disease
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2018
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