A friend asked me to write a piece about how she and her husband met. |
Tough Guys Don't Dance With The Ladies Tough guys don't dance with the ladies They won't even try yet they're asked all the time They like to drink whiskey from very small glasses And play eight ball for hours at a time They stand in a group 'round a barstool Talkin' 'bout what's on their mind It can't be alot 'cause the talking it stops When the ladies walk past with a smile I love gin and tonic like most girls here do But when they buy you a drink, it's a beer Don't talk about life cause they'll head for the door Committment is their greatest fear Sometimes I think that there's only one thing That they'd rather be doing at night But then if I do, will they talk 'bout me too Between the whiskey, the pool and the fights I asked for a drink from the barman And a soft voice sent chills down my spine He asked for my name and I told him Elaine Then he sat down beside me and smiled The hours seemed like minutes, I was locked in his gaze And at closing time I froze with fear Was I looking for a ring or a casual fling Would the night end in laughter or tears Soul mates for life, now we're husband and wife From a night filled with yes, no's and maybe's You'll get your turn, cause if there's one thing I've learned Is that some tough guys do dance with ladies |