I used to dream of romance
A musical, a trance
Hand holding hand
Sounds of a band
An old fashioned sway
The 50's way
A blouse and a skirt
An innocent flirt
A bid farewell
I'm under your spell

But reality hits like a slap to the face
It's really a club with the bump of a bass
Its really a see- through low cut crop
Less of a dance hall and more of a shop
A drink is my price, or so you think
But you're kinda cute so I give you a wink
I turn around to see, but it's already gone
Romance has left the building and I start to yawn
You barely know my name and already want more
What will they call me tonight, a "*****" or a "*****"?

The cab beeps
and I yell "Peace!"
"What's up?!" you yell
I think, " my lease"