I have been stepping on the glass you left. My moods swing to your swooning hips, rhythmic. Girl, I do admit you stole my stage and rest. Dangerous, you drove me to a drunken mess. I have been to bars but never counted them. Now, my body sways as a mosaic to your faith.
I have been screaming through the songs we sang. How useless. Simple as the blame I would take, if you, babe, quit with all the tanning beds and new trends. Hope they don't mean more than I did. If only you could see the things I do...
I've got ways to dance. Pick you up in steady hands, toss you across the room and back. Granted, I am not one said "romantic," but damn it, I've got ways to dance.