tell you once, or twice
Slow to speak, sound asleep
Saw your conscious mind encroach
Upon a savage kind of grace

And still one waking difference
Drive west to make sure
Dancer’s black speaks no praise to me
the smile overtop slips away

would the chance cross his eye
The pretty drunken deviant
she looked as if she thought long and hard
felt the liberations take their hold

if the worries don’t fade through the years
and if the narrative breeds untrue
When she cries into your shoulder, just try
to let tradition reign supreme

I could tell by the moves you made
I could tell when it wasn’t a mistake

You can wonder
You could try to tell
pull it over
pull it right through out of you