I was hitting my favorite spot
with that
Saturday Night Feverthis hottie walks in the door
she looks like Mrs. Cleaver
I’m thinking of all the Gin joints
she has to walk into mine
I’ll have what she’s having
a nice Chianti wine
she says “is that a pistol in your pocket,
or are you just happy to see me?”
I thought she’s very pretty
very sparkly, very shiny
but life is like a box of chocolates
you never know what you’ll get
but when that perfect hand comes along
you bet
She says “ Never been married,
happy as a clam”
I say “Frankly my dear,
I don’t give a damn.”
Sometimes I don’t know
why I even bother
I look her in the eye
and tell her “I’m your Father”