She Dances Wild.
She squeezes herself into skin tight jeans
For another night on the tiles.
And all the while in her heart she knows
She’s never going to follow through.
Her heart was sold, such long time ago
For the chance of a smile and an open hand,
To a lonely man who just didn’t understand
The worth she held inside.
She paints her face and hopes tonight
Her dreams will all come true.
But inside the truth is just a little too real
That it burns- too hot, too cold.
She puts out the fire with an experienced hand
Eyes shut tight and another neat dose
Of tequila and smiles, as she goes
Through motions all over again.