Tribulations

Tribulations ah well i guess we never will have a need for the good old pill goodnight sweet lady not to dance or feel the taste of sweet romance and often by the moons cold light I saw her face record delight But that was just the other night Since then she casts no favour So sitting here beneath the moon I see her face but much too soon My lady seemed about to swoon No, she’s another raver? So taken by the shortened breath Left alone and desolate Perplexed as anger burns and yet Should I resort to strangers The drink goes down the eyes do glaze I’m in this queerest bar A shiela sweet our eyes do meet Soon heading for my car We get undressed, though I’m depressed The warning sign they are She has no breast upon her chest Oh no, it’s a bloody shirt lifterrr ? Don Johnson 6-may-11