She was a dancer, with a perfect body
Which proved existence of the words like "lust"
She drank tequila, rum & even "Bloody"
And moved on stage unreasonably fast
Her hips were swinging positively slower
And eyes were burning fire in the dark
And she was telling stories to a loner
Who didn't mind, to spend an extra buck
She had a dream -of course to meet somebody
And every night she brought her hope with her
But all they wanted, ws her lovely body
To sweeten, they're ordering liquer
There were admirers & dates in bunches
And roses like carpet at her feet
But they led to bedrooms or just lunches
At nights she just continued to weep
With only few years available for dreaming
She was approaching the "wall" at the high speed
Her legs and breasts not always will be steaming
But for such "product" always be a need...
Nov.14.04
Sad Dancer
© Copyright: Поляков Олег, 2004
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