Sax and Violins

I hear your voices so deep as I sit
still
at the bar stool.

I feel the coming of your chords as I sit
still-dancing
at the bar stool.

I see happy coming over in the liquor as I sit
fancing
at the bar stool.

I stare at the long legs by my side as I sit
chancing
at the bar stool.

I call her over and never stop listening to you as I sit
still dancing
at the bar stool.

I order more drinks for us when she comes over as I sit
raising hands
at the bar stool.

She looks down to me in a flare-flattering way as I sit
mojo-raising
at the bar stool.

She sings softly in the hunt of my years as I sit
still listening
at the bar stool.

But I did not want to hear a song if not yours as I sit
craving
at the bar stool.

I gently call for her attention and respect for the voices as I sit
still-dancing
at the bar stool.

She thinks I am really sophisticated as I sit
fancing silence
at the bar stool.

I graze her legs when the song stops as I sit
daring
at the bar stool.

I already knew I had her right from when she saw me as I sat
glancing
at the bar stool.

But I wanted the thrill of the hunt and the booze as I sit
clapping
at the bar stool.

Long-legs took me to this back alley and I no longer sit
waiting
at the bar stool.

We fooled some clothes off and hands around, o' I no longer sit
wanting it
at the bar stool.

Suddenly my pants got wet and I shrieked, I wouldn't sit
anymore
at the bar stool.

For it was my belly-blood that stained my honor, so I can't sit
dancing
at the bar stool.

She kissed me in fire-lips a night's gold and I won't ever sit
alive
at the bar stool.

She waved a song to me saying a French adieu and went there to sit
still seizing me
from the bar stool.