tonight she waits, like tom

and smells like cinnamon and snaps

sorta a half romance in her eyes

as she sprawls inta the street

and she's walkin' like she missed ya

but you're straight ahead

and there's a wino with a smile

a gleam in his stare

and together you're the marx brothers

doin' a duet for the downtown crowd

but what the hell

she looks right

my shoes are tight

and the night has just begun

 

the movie was a warm seat

but we had to hide our bottle

and the usher was young pimply faced

but the candy girl must have liked him

cause she was waitin' when we left

someone chained the back doors

so we made it for the front

got out in time to see the usher and his girl

 

so we followed them to a diner

of high standards and low price

a dignified eating establishment

of bright lights and smile nice

 

they looked over their shoulders

and i do believe he laughed

i think they liked the company

i heard him say so when we passed

 

we sprawled into the night

and fell into a bar

my date's dress was damp

a puddle raped a car

 

and i remember the lights

they were blue and green and dim

and the band had a scraggly voice

with cigarette smoke accompaniment

and i remember whisperin' in her ear

although i'm not sure if she was awake

and then the bartender tellin' me the night was at an end

and somewhere in the nighttime someone took off with my friend

i guess she couldn't wait

neither could tom

 

 

 

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