“…..among the smoke and fog of a December night,
she goes dancing!”
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours,
one with a satin lace frills and ruffles.
Wear with it a black wonder bra, deeper than the night,
with jewellery to match your emerald eyes.
Puff some rouse, colour those cheek with the splendour of a rose,
and wear heels so high turning you long legged and lassy!
Fair maiden, you look so lovely tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours,
under the disco lights, go dance!
With charming men by your side,
tall dark and handsome and slim, fair and cute.
Let their eyeballs move in rhythm with your waist.
Twist and twirl round the night in your high heeled shoes,
spin like a top, a hurricane, a corkscrew!
Let every pair of eyes go unblinked, every jaw dropped!
Daze them all, amaze them all,
move your body at a pace that stuns them all.
Fair maiden, your dancing is so lovely tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
Let your hair be unclipped from its gaited might.
Watch the eyes that follow them, the hearts that beat.
Sway them till they smell of wonder and love,
like wind through the leaves of a flimsy fern.
Let the strands come on to your forehead, your eyes and cheek.
Hold your mate tightly on his shoulder,
so he can move you daintily through the night!
Like ripples of a spring!
May he be the wind that blows,
you the cloud carried upon it..
Fair maiden, you are a lovely ball tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
The wine looks fine and nice for a lady’s taste.
Let it pour unto your endless goblet,
the royal redness, like the rouse on your cheek,
like your seductive nail enamel, your enticing lip wear.
From goblets on to goblets..
live it up, to drink it down, then laugh it off to only take chances!
Let the drink go in, the wit come out..
Sit by the bar, electrify the men with your charm and humor.
Hold the goblet firmly by it’s stem,
like a lover clutching his treacherous temptress!
Raise it high and cheer to love and life.
Though love sickens and life dampens by the day,
fair maiden, they are hidden from your sight tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
As the clock ticks so fast and the moon continues to rise,
Soon its time for the last dance for the night.
As your high heeled shoes twirl in twirls through the night,
alas! Your hair are no more in a gaited might.
The rouse on your cheek fades, your lip wear smudges!
The big blue eyes droop, the kohl melts away!
Look around and see,
all the vile men, boasting of their vain love,
lie wasted and drunk, like dogs on the midnight street
calling on to other women.
Fair maiden, you are too lovely for tonight.
Don’t slip into your favourite cocktail gown.
You look exquisite as you did all the other nights.
As clocked ticked the seconds down,
a certain something in the darkness caught my eye,
eyes that ramped from one man to another,
lips that moved from one song to another,
tongue that tasted of one wine to another
and hips that moved from one beat to another!
In you, lost and mesmerized, I didn’t even feel the morning arrive,
as pieces fell off your Cinderella disguise,
fair maiden, you still looked lovely that night!
she goes dancing!”
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours,
one with a satin lace frills and ruffles.
Wear with it a black wonder bra, deeper than the night,
with jewellery to match your emerald eyes.
Puff some rouse, colour those cheek with the splendour of a rose,
and wear heels so high turning you long legged and lassy!
Fair maiden, you look so lovely tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours,
under the disco lights, go dance!
With charming men by your side,
tall dark and handsome and slim, fair and cute.
Let their eyeballs move in rhythm with your waist.
Twist and twirl round the night in your high heeled shoes,
spin like a top, a hurricane, a corkscrew!
Let every pair of eyes go unblinked, every jaw dropped!
Daze them all, amaze them all,
move your body at a pace that stuns them all.
Fair maiden, your dancing is so lovely tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
Let your hair be unclipped from its gaited might.
Watch the eyes that follow them, the hearts that beat.
Sway them till they smell of wonder and love,
like wind through the leaves of a flimsy fern.
Let the strands come on to your forehead, your eyes and cheek.
Hold your mate tightly on his shoulder,
so he can move you daintily through the night!
Like ripples of a spring!
May he be the wind that blows,
you the cloud carried upon it..
Fair maiden, you are a lovely ball tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
The wine looks fine and nice for a lady’s taste.
Let it pour unto your endless goblet,
the royal redness, like the rouse on your cheek,
like your seductive nail enamel, your enticing lip wear.
From goblets on to goblets..
live it up, to drink it down, then laugh it off to only take chances!
Let the drink go in, the wit come out..
Sit by the bar, electrify the men with your charm and humor.
Hold the goblet firmly by it’s stem,
like a lover clutching his treacherous temptress!
Raise it high and cheer to love and life.
Though love sickens and life dampens by the day,
fair maiden, they are hidden from your sight tonight.
Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
As the clock ticks so fast and the moon continues to rise,
Soon its time for the last dance for the night.
As your high heeled shoes twirl in twirls through the night,
alas! Your hair are no more in a gaited might.
The rouse on your cheek fades, your lip wear smudges!
The big blue eyes droop, the kohl melts away!
Look around and see,
all the vile men, boasting of their vain love,
lie wasted and drunk, like dogs on the midnight street
calling on to other women.
Fair maiden, you are too lovely for tonight.
Don’t slip into your favourite cocktail gown.
You look exquisite as you did all the other nights.
As clocked ticked the seconds down,
a certain something in the darkness caught my eye,
eyes that ramped from one man to another,
lips that moved from one song to another,
tongue that tasted of one wine to another
and hips that moved from one beat to another!
In you, lost and mesmerized, I didn’t even feel the morning arrive,
as pieces fell off your Cinderella disguise,
fair maiden, you still looked lovely that night!
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