On The Slow Night



True beautiful one, What have you gone and done?
I can see all your moves are new
Tell me what did that salesman do to you?

That catalogue replaced the fine mind behind your face
No human trio can compete when that three way mirror meets your eye

On a slow night

How you would walk the fashion mile, Hand me down and call it style
Your boots were scratchy black, Your hat was just a hat
The lips on you were plain, The better to a kiss sustain

On a slow night