Shackled - Edited For the I of the Storm
SHACKLED (edited for The I Of The Storm)
Backing my hips against these painted bricks
While eager young men dance with eager young chicks
They act like Adonis, which isn’t that honest
They’re trying their best ‘pulling’ tricks
And when I see Sally, I just dilly dally
I secretly couldn’t be keener
Then she turned around, I stared at the ground
As though I had not even seen her
The thing is I think, 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
25 November 2018 (edited from a recent original)
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