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