Through a gate in a granite wall at night,
Through clouds of steam and gusts of wind,
To a party filled with thrilling people I walked,
The lights of a mansion ablaze across a field in fog,
An immense colonial with white planks & black shutters,
To a party filled with exciting people I walked,
With work hours behind me and time to play,
Approaching divided circles and clumps,
In that beige two-piece suit I wore,
A tiny lion of a dog chased my legs,
Beige blended poorly with my olive skin,
My broken nose and hockey teeth…
To a party filled with thrilling people I walked,
Someone called me over to a glass top patio table,
A seven-footer handed me a musical instrument,
I had never seen anything like it,
It was an electric cylinder with twelve plastic strings,
He showed me with enormous hands how to select a key,
I plucked its strings and then this…
Stunning short woman fell into my arms,
I couldn’t believe what she was wearing,
Her tight neon blue skirt shined sparkles outward,
I couldn’t get over the cute girl in my arms,
Her skirt had built-in catwalk strobe lights,
She wore a hat with a veil over tight hair,
I couldn’t get over that cute girl in my arms,
She told me she saw me before and she smiled,
She hugged me like she would never leave go,
I couldn’t get over that cute girl in my arms,
Her eye makeup was so very exotic,
I had never seen anything like it,
She told me she knew all about me,
She sat in my lap facing sideways,
She perfectly fit in my wings, on my legs,
She took off her hat and I kissed her hair,
When I asked her for her number she vanished,
I turned around to try to find her again,
I walked through a room inside the mansion,
There were sailboats on each side of me on this long hallway,
I turned around to try to find her again,
A toy train rolled on a rattling track through a large room,
A white pine stood undecorated in front of me,
I turned around but never found her again.
That sparkling girl, the cylindrical harp,
I will never get over that cute girl in my arms.