Friday night a door had opened,
I searched, inch by inch on both sides.
My two feet wanted to dance on the club floor,
I left my table, friends and beer.
The second girl I approached,
After I asked, I could not believe her eyes.
Little old me, only requested her for a dance,
She replies that she has never danced.
I grabbed her hands, so gently,
Boy! Was I feeling so manly?
The stepping on toes, my bumping to others,
And I tried to dance, so gracefully.
Being sweet sixteen and mature in mind,
At least, Cathie did not seem so physically blind,
Just like what my life was, to me in my teens,
Not knowing where I was going and getting lost, in the scene.
Picking up a wrong deck of cards,
And then Stan, showing us where to go!
Sitting down with her, we couldn’t believe our luck,
While the dancers kept dancing, I was just thinking.
Before she left, she wanted to know if I wanted her number,
Of course I did. I didn’t expect this!
We both exchanged our numbers with curiosity,
And wondered, who’ll make the first call!
It was I!
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