I pulled my hat down closer

and lit you with a smile.

Can you remember

how simple life used to be?

Leaning heavy on a back dime

I called the mark.

He slipped us in under candlelight.

the sound of a baby grand

sipping on the wayward minutes.

Lets get plain on the dance floor Mama,

bring that dress back to life.

Sallie Jane, I will be your stormy weather.

You be my reason for living,

in a time without you.

There slipping back to the flat

I heard you singing.

Through the champagne,

them bubbles tickled the air.

Your voice, held me captive.

You still got it and I still want to get it.

Miles Davis rolling around us

With every hiss and bang of the radiator

We change the tempo.

You wake this man baby!

My hands up your neck leaning and kissing

in the spaces of your naked body.

You make me ripple and quiver

with your fingertip sonata.

Could I kiss you deeper or hold you tighter,

dipping and swaying, keeping the tempo.

Make me remember,

when Monday morning will find me

backing out of the alley on my way to work.

And you return to being a mother and a wife.