Staring at the clock
Trying to slow time down
Wishing someone would call
So you’d misplace your frown
Twirling your skirt
Your all dressed up
But there’s no where to go
Where you wont mess up
Brushing your hair
Petting down your shirt
Feeling the pop
And the campaign squirt
In your mind
The party runs its course
And when it’s over
Someone stays for you, of course.
Hearing the voices
Wish the people were real
Wearing feather masks
To make a business deal
So pour out glasses
Drink to much
Life’s almost over
So love to touch.
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