She was five foot five, skinny, soft face
A strange guy hovering about,
But she responded
Palms together as we moved
Hands on waists
But her lips evaded,
Wouldn't look my way
The guy commented,
I like watching you dance,
You're cute
Something was off
But I danced on ahead
The time came
For them to take their leave
He handed me a card
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