Beat Beat Beat

Beat Beat Beat

the bass beating loudly

faithfully drowning you out of my mind

Just for now?

Maybe.

But for now that is just enough.

Grown girls and boys are acting like pawns

Playing the role of submissive

to the fate dealing dj

on the crowded dance floor.

They might as well be you.

Or so I can only imagine

After all, I wasn't there.
"Hello, come here often?

By the way, I am kind of a big deal.

 what's your sign?

Your place or mine?"

I hope you didn't fall into traps

set out in the name of tequila

and tight skirts.

I beg that your words weren't so pathetic,

 because if I am forever to be replaced,

I would pray the stars be more original

when giving you that elusive brass ring

the one you have been searching for

for all that time,

in spite of me,

I hope you were charming

and suave 

and everything a girl could wish for

and more.

I hope you were so much more.

When the night was over

and you said good night,

walked her to her car,

and went in for the kiss

that she is going to tell your grandchildren about,

At that moment I hope.

Dear God, Buddha and Allah, I hope

that you were a bumbling idiot.

Forgive me, for I know not what I say.

Oh who am I kidding,

I know exactly what I mean

After all,

a girl must keep her dignity

 when she is giving away the man she loves 

to another girl

more perfect for him than she is.

Maybe some day

maybe not,

maybe never, who knows when

But soon and for the rest of my days.

Maybe then I won't have to turn to loud crowded empty spaces.

Until I know for sure,

Until that day when I grow up

and grow out

and move on from all that you mean to me

my days, nights and seconds

my past, present and future

I will dance, dance and sing my heart out

Back here

on the crowded dirty low-down dance floor

underneath the beaming lights

and the bass drowning you out.