Stage Love

By: Fee

Dirty coffee cups and cigarette butts

Guitars slightly out of tune

Old Pickup trucks and not much luck

He often sleeps beneath the moon

The pretty girls, they dance and swirl

Empty long necks lined up in a row

Worn-out cowboy boots, forget the suits

He’s been told no roots will ever grow

Then a flash of thigh, grabs his eye

He misses a chord and drops a line

She smiles at him, he’s so lost again

She made it cowboy lovin’ time

After the song, he comes on strong

I’ll be finished here at three

I like your name, let’s play the game

Soft fingers talk on soft warm knee

Drums keeps beat and he feels the heat

Of a longing as she smiles at him

She looks fine in three quarter time

As the house lights go down dim…