Steps in -- looks around -- sees on one. The bar is dead for a Saturday night. Slides my hand down into my jeans pocket and pulls out a boat load of quarters and slaps em' down on the table beside the juke box. Plays song. Grabs me a bottle and slides on up onto the bar and dances. Not too shabby to have the bar all to myself. Even if I do have to dance my lonesome.
Just walked into that bar and spotted the lovely Brooke by herself, will have a couple of stiff drinks to get some Dutch courage and make my move. Ready for the Salsa you beautiful thing?
Wow Brooke, you're on, I'm right in the groove, absolutely dazzled by your movements, I'll have a repeat of that but not before I pour us another drink. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISmOGkAniZ4
Even if I do have to dance my lonesome.
