Unlike so many,
She wore no tattoos, no makeup, no little ball bearing on her tongue, yet she waited tables at a slightly pretentious cafe near me.
She was just pure clean blonde young-girlie-charm moving smooth
As she poured herself across the floor
From the kitchen and back again,
Like she didn’t give a damn about a thing.
She had carriage like royalty,
And she carried me away (I’m a sucker for that stuff)
To where I seldom am (but really like to be).
Then she brought the check.
And all hell broke loose,
But quietly, ’cause I thought that’s how she’d like her hell broken loose.
With all the cellular firepower my body could muster,
I gave her my famous eyes and a small gang of vitamin-enriched words:
“You are CHARMING and DELIGHTFUL.”
I don’t eat there anymore ’cause she’s gone.