The Dancer

She entered stage with no applause No heads were turned as she performed Her fists were clenched down by her side

Jokes were told, people roared A song was heard but well ignored I lifted her and tried to hide

Sweat was dripping from her nose Some old men shouted "Take off your clothes!" Her smile was forced for everyone

Expensive women were pulling men Emptying pockets and empty heads I drank alone but shared the fun

She lifted her skirt up in her hands And every eye of every man Sparkled light a hungry man

Her foot was resting on a stool Her movements made the old men drool And so she made a few more friends

Upon the stage, she threw her blouse Her nylons flew into the crowd Her dark hair hung across her face

Hands reached out, things got rough She sang no more the song of love She felt abused, and lost the taste

And Trixie appeared in his evening dress Always trying to look his best Looked his way and started to sing