we could

call it love

for the woman i was with

but lust don’t work like that

she was throwing looks

across the room

to stoke a lit fire

i got to the bar

she came alongside

hey fella

you’re on your own?

i’m with i said

pity came back

i feel we’d be good

you here tomorrow night?

sure sure i said

as she pushed a note

her number writ in red

see you then say 8?

so i said 8 with a smile

sashayed back

feeling wanted again

all puffed up & vain

who’s that blonde?

asked all suspicious

oh nobody just another girl

wanting something

i haven’t got anything to give to

c’mon let’s move on

find somewhere fun

i feel here is done

driving away let the note

drift out the car window

knowing nothing was lost