long neck in hand, juke plays behind
jeans and boots and cowboy hats
Saturday night, and I'm kicking back
the tune on the juke becomes real slow
you saunter up, to give me a go
and that's okay, it's just a song
but if we're really gonna dance, cowboy
there is something you oughta know
I'm tough as nails, soft as velvet
my heart is cold and melts like butter
if you want to dance with me
better get some things straight
I'm not just another pretty face
much to my surprise, one dance lead to another
soon I've told you things, I haven't even told my mother
and you're fessing up to some secrets of your own
no matter how this plays, I'm going home alone
you get my number and tell me you will call
maybe you will, maybe you won't at all
it doesn't really matter, one way or another
it was just a pool hall night that turned out right
now every Saturday night, I'm playing pool with you
longnecks in hand and we haven't missed a cue
and when they play our song we're on the crowded floor
you've melted my heart and left me wanting more
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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