First Date

Friday evening, it’s finally here at last,
How slowly time has passed, since he asked her out.
Why she said yes, is anybodies guess,
He thinks he must be blessed; now the time has come.

First date, first date, can’t be late,
This is their first date.

Lipstick mirror, tells her the look is alright,
Her dress is so skin-tight, she can hardly breathe,
Squirt of hairspray, hell there goes the door,
She checks her look once more eyelashes and teeth.

First date, first date, he’s not late,
This is their first date.

Off down town, he takes her hand in the street,
And he feels ten feet, off the ground.
But, two hours later, the conversation has gone flat,
Like the lager, that, he bought for her.

First Date, first date, love can wait,
This is their first date.
First date, first date, lust turns to hate,
This was their last date.

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  © R.Myers.