The unloved are the most romantic,
Keep your hands on the bar where I can see them,
Draw the blinds, out to lunch signs for dinner,
We’re closed, across the door in my film noir,
Your sun dress fits perfect in my maw.
The forties beckon us, time traveler,
I think for a moment we could be perfect,
And honesty needs his tongue in her ear,
Talk closely, let’s deposit secrets,
I propose after work you walk those legs
Directly to me in my bed, so I can know
You better in the dark, and ask were you followed?
Could you live with me in black and white?
Where trysts are lustfully calculated,
Drop a dime, Turn the cylinder of rotary dials,
Call on me, I am the Great Depression.
Maybe you’d help me, I wouldn’t be so
Determined to make bad decisions.
I’ve seen this one before,
Our hearts danced to the beat,
In an era defined in music,
A time when we wore your lipstick.
Turn away from the lavender,
I’ll always want more than you can offer,
It’s late Next time the phone rings, please do not answer
Because I am fond of you forget every word I said.
Tonight, I was a wild animal.
Tomorrow, I will be weak and insatiable.
You, young love are better left alone.
I will watch all these movies by myself
In the discomfort of my empty home.
