Set the bar High

Baby, why you got to be so cruel?

Those cold eyes
meeting mine.
Cast over that warming drink.
Clasped tight in sweating hands.

Suspicious glances and failed romances
One more turn on the dance floor

Maybe prince charming is one song away.

Kissing toads every weekend
Those wrinkled sheets smell
like pond scum.

Darling, time to change the water.

There are always other fish
But you got to find the stream.

Another round for one, bartender.

A bottle of vodka is cheaper
than a meal for two.

Put that sad tune on the juke
And watch the slow dance.

I wish I had someone to dance with.
But they always step on my toes.