LAST VODKA

Vodka in a straight glass
The lady with the silver hair clasp
Come sit with me
In the shadow of my smile.

Remind me of a lover
Soft words her mouth say
Lets talk dreams of yesterday
I know you are a reporter.

For my story, you pay
Yes I left my husband
Just write it like a play
I live for him
Die for him.

Bullfighter come what may
I cheer for him
I long for him
But his heart is faraway.

Sang for him
Dinned with him
Sent flowers everyday
But the other women.

Took my sweet fighter away
Now my life is a shadow
No more talk of yesterday
My heart will search tomorrow.

The price I have to pay
No more Vodka Darling
Takeaway.