Put Out The Lights
The lady from the city down west, Where dreams are made, or laid down to rest, Where thousands flock each day, live and die, Where they speak of movies, half truth, half a lie.. The lady is fair, she talks of fun and all affair, Her stories of dreams, and judgements unfair, Her longing for an ear, her lust for an eye. What's missing from her? A black coat and a tie.. One fine day, when a man was sad, The lady calls out, come be my lad, A man I need, who pleases my tongue, Any man I need, who teases my lung. The man was different, he refused the dame, His heart was sad, he had nothing but shame, His eyes were wet, and his heart was heavy, I cant please you today, he said, my dear lady! She frowned and feigned, how dare he refuse! Alone I am! someone I need! Whomever I choose! And he turned his face, and left for good.............. ...........................................xxxxxxxxxxxx...............................................