Wine, Whine & Dine


Look there, over in the distance,
Where men and women dance away,
Drunk and fly, happy and high,
Smiling and laughing, without a worry.

And in the ballroom, where a gentleman plays,
The piano man drunk with wine,
Oh what else would be on his mind,
But the luscious lady from yesterday.

She, like fire, played with his mind,
And with his body, which she would unwind,
With kisses and caresses arching his spine,
Drawing tears down her lips–the southern tip.

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