Table For Three

Smeared rouge broken nail torn slip I'd waited for you again after the dance a single light flickers a final sign to fix my lipstick our song played on the flashing seaburg just around two quite thee empty gesture that I'd been waiting far to long on you with much class I would add until I bent to retrieve my broken heart from the paisley covered tile why it was sheer elegance dining alone when an interesting figure chanted are all these seats taken i raised my eyes calmly replies yes they are all occupied for me myself and I the gentleman ooked bewildered standing all alone he politely asked in a soft tone would you three lovely ladies mind very much dancing with we three bored gents