Tap For Silver
Haylie Cook
Hollywood, California
Tap for Silver
I'm hangin' up my tap shoes
At the end of a long day,
Listenin' to Heaven and Tom Waits
Wonderin' why it had to be this way.
Take me off on a Foreign Affair
A trip to Burma Shave,
The scent of Paris in the air,
Sounds of rendez-vous yesterdays.
A chorus or a medly tune,
The stars humming at twilight.
In the distance a ferris wheel turns
While I'm thinkin' I just might...
Steal a kiss on some fine eve
While we compare tattoos,
We'll pull our future out of a $.25 machine
And let her choose.