by Paul Tristram
Finish up your shopping in the supermarket
whilst I'm finishing my 2nd beer and 1st cigar
in this Wintertime beer garden across the road.
It's not raining for a change!
We'll put the shopping bags in the car
and leave it parked where it is.
I want to hold hands with you again
just like we did when we were a-courting
and stroll through this shining neon city.
I want to kiss you with alcohol and excitement
dancing upon our eager breath again.
I want to put on my top hat and have you slide a dress
(which we've only just shoplifted!)
over your jeans and take you to the Opera.
Then afterwards we’ll sit in the gutter
of the red-light district sharing a KFC,
dribbling hot chicken gravy all over my crotch
as we roll back and fore.
Laughing like demented children in a crazy circus
as the working girls blow kisses at us
as they pass and say "Awwwww!"
I want to take you to that midnight burger shack
down by the harbour and cast a handful of coins
and wishes into the blind harmonica player’s tip-cap.
Borrow his harp off him for just 4 and a half minutes
so I can blow magical, musical kisses all over your head.
Shake those ringlets around your shoulders
and open up that birthday present smile,
show me once again the reason that I made you my wife. x