She dances alone
She dances alone
In the glare of the swaying
lights,
to the music’s heavy beat,
in the jungle of the dance
floor,
flickering eyes and feverish
feet,
she’s the centre of
attraction,
long hair, short skirt in
mounting heat,
eyed with envy by the girls,
eyed with hunger by the men,
Susan, the splendour of the
night,
dances alone.
But weekends come and
weekends go,
late nights and lie-ins in a
row,
and all those girls are
married now,
and other men stand at the
bar.
New dancers crowd the disco
floor,
as paired-off couples leave
the hall,
collect their coats at the entrance
door,
and take out mortgages.
And Susan,
once the glory of the disco,
eyed with envy by the girls,
eyed with hunger by the men,
dances alone.
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