372: Save one last dance for me,
(By Dysfunctional Dave)
I want another flick and toss,
Just one more fighting chance,
It’s not the end of life I want—
I’d like to tell the boss
I didn’t choose this stupid end,
Where She does all the graft,
I feel so bloody useless now,
It’s driving me half daft
There’s not much laughter in my pants,
Nor in my darling’s too,
I’d take a bit of fun again,
Like we were daine to do
This bed is from the NHS,
I’m stuck here every day,
It’s only time I feel a rise —
And that just fades away
I love it when my love comes home,
We hug and share a kiss,
But she’s so knackered, off to bed—
Which led me onto this
There’s not much spark or fresh romance,
Though God knows how we try,
It’s pretty rough for her as well—
We want another try
So here it is, my daft advance,
A moan, a laugh, a plea:
If life’s got room for one more go—
Save one last dance for me
