THE LADY

THE LADY

She paints her nails a bright red
Her lips get painted pink
She puts on her favourite dress
Expecting him to wink;
But he shows up with another
And as the dance begins
She watches the two lovers
As reality sinks in.

The music seems to last forever
As she sits them out
If she can't have the one she wants
She'll just do with-out;
She walks on home at midnight
And hangs her dress back up
Wipes the paint off her mouth
To drink from her favourite cup.

Wine puts her right to sleep
And she dreams she's young again
Waltzing all across the floor
There's no aches or pains;
He walks her home and kisses her
She asks him to come inside
And when the dream has ended
She lays there and she cries.