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The Wrong Side of Town
In a smoky bar on the wrong side of town,
The urge for a drink and some tunes turned me 'round.
Walking in from the rain and the cold, with a stare,
Surely made the locals of the village mighty aware.
Trouble was afoot there ain’t no denyin’.
The die was cast, and none were relyin’.
The first glass to break, was chancy at best.
Then came the signal to bust up the rest.
Until I saw something I never had seen,
If you saw her, too, you’d known what I mean.
Her eyes were of green, no, they were blue.
I was entranced, just didn’t know what to do.
I forgot where I was and what I was doing,
I saw for myself, more trouble was brewing.
She looked in my eyes and I was double-duty bound
For the girl was bad news while I was around.
She walked over to me and stared in my eyes
Her beauty was exquisite, I tell you no lies.
Her perfume was an essence of what I had dreamed
My legs were locked, and my body was a machine.
She smiled in a way to entice, her habits were clear
She nodded her head, down the bar went sailing a beer.
Smoke rings filled the air, you could cut tension with a knife
Little did I know, she would suck out my life.
She walked out the door with my heart in tow,
I was putty in her hands, yet how did she know.
When she vanished into thin air, I awakened in smoke
My life flashed in front of me, and that ain’t no joke.
The headlights of that car was bearing down on me,
I had nowhere to turn, for I couldn’t flee.
Only I could see the apparition of the girl
Whose disappearance snuffed out my world.
The headlines in tomorrow’s newsprint read,
"Sober Subject Run Down with Senses Mislead"
Let it be a lesson to you, when your addictions call,
You’re on the right side of town minus the Devil’s doll.
© 2014 Deb Hirt