Lyrics: The Dance

I recently received a request for me to post the lyrics to the song, so here it goes:

THE DANCE
by Elaine C. Finnell
(c) 2008 Elaine C. Finnell

A summer day, the night was warm
You came to me, all smiles and charm
With liquid words of love, like Transylvanian cream
My lover pale, at night… my dream

The cedar smells of wood at night
I pined for you, my life, my light
And as quiet metal arms were shaving toothpicks to the core
You told me that you wanted more

CHORUS
“Won’t you dance with me, my darling
Can’t you throw a count a bone?
Yes, I know you’re busy working
At the factory alone
But I want to dance with you, my dear,
Until I must go home
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da… da-da.”

I stood my ground, declined, returned
You looked at me, askance, perturbed
But when quotas call my name,
I have to concentrate on work
You held my hand and whispered, hurt

“Won’t you dance with me, my darling
Can’t you throw a count a bone?
Yes, I know you’re busy working
At the factory alone
But I want to dance with you, my dear,
Until I must go home
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da… da-da.”

You drew me close; you sighed, I moaned
I smelled the death on your cologne
And the tiny toothpick stake I drove into your wicked heart
You didn’t think I was that smart

And I threw the garlic pasta sauce that I had in the fridge
Then drove you in my pickup truck to Lonely Mountain Ridge
I miss the whispered words, but I can still recall the bridge:
“Da-da-da-da-da-da-da… da-da.”