I stuffed the last french fry in my mouth,
slid off the stool and started dancin.
The juke box wailed behind me keeping rythm.
"Over heah! sistah" a voice spoke out.
"C'mon girl get yoah dancing feet…"
Yes I suppose I do look the sort
Who may be in need of a man's attention
And true I did smile beguilingly when your drink was set before me.
"A drink for the lovely lady" you tipped the waiter to say.