Favours. Poem by PAUL COLVIN

She’s got a dirty look and she’s got a filthy mind
And she repays me with favours held in kind
I said c’mon let’s take a chance, let me show you how to dance
So finally she danced and took her chance.

It’s her favours that she owes that can set a heart aglow
Just one more job and I can make her mine
I could write a bookie’s line but I’d rather spend my time
Getting rich with dancing favours held in kind.

She dances pretty mean then she’ll get down in between
And she keeps a firm grip to keep me keen
But she messes with my head as we dance around the bed
If you don’t come soon then I could wind up dead.

This bed it won’t be lonely, though I haven’t got a bean
Cos she’s the best wee dancer I have ever seen.
But she called out all these names and it drove me half insane
They were names of favours guys had still to claim.

That broke my heart whilst dancing so I had to stop romancing
And no more would we laugh and dance and sing
But it broke her tender heart when I said we had to part
So I left and now she’s breaking other hearts.

She’s dropping little pills hoping for some kind of thrill
For this young lady’s got to get her fill
She may not be Bacall but she showed me how to ball
And she’s the one girl I favoured most of all.