one

TAKE A WALK, MISTER BIG?

First you come on

With mines and mansions;

Clothes and money;

And trips to France -

Well, I'm sick of

Your vain expansions:

This is

Somebody else's dance.

What you offered

Was love and laughter And the whirl

Of a real romance;

All I got was

The morning after This is

Somebody else's dance.

There's just

No hope:

You have treated me

Like a fool.

Love is still

My dope,

But I'm telling my heart

Keep cool.

Oh, to visit

The green Bahamas

While I'm young

And there's still a chance -

Give my love

To Dalai Lamas?

This is

Somebody else's dance.

-Doyle Eugene Livingston

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