Oh it was the usual story.
Saturday night. 8 pm.
I painted that red dress on me again,
Unfortunately I needed more paint.
I said, hello, to Morty on the way out as I usually did,
“So Morty still dreamin about you and me,
Aint gunna happen sweetheart.”
“Arr come on Sharlene we would be perfect together.”
I smiled and went to that sleazy bar on elm street,
You know the one, “Ricks Casablanca Club”
So like totally original.
Anyway there is this guy sitting there looking cooler than a ice cube,
Smoking a cigarette and giving me that look,
You know the look,
The one that says “hi, gorgeous how about we share a latte together,”
Of course I gave him the smirk,
You know the smirk that says ”Sorry, I don’t mix the species.”
Anyway he comes over and buys me a me a bloody mary,
Well things are going okay. He’s not my usual type,
But hey a girl can’t be that fussy these days.
Then without any warning clunk this woman clobbers me on the head,
So I turned around and punched her in the kisser,
She went down like a sack of potatoes,
Growing up with 5 brothers sure paid off.
Anyway the guy gets to feeling sorry for her and goes with her to the hospital.
That’s the last I seen of them.
I finished my drink and went home to rest my sore head.
Morty was waiting in the hallway so I let him stay the night.
Sometimes I like to let him feel sorry for me.
You know what it’s like.