The Last Pick Up Waltz

The Last Pick Up Waltz

The last time I tried, a pick up in a bar,
The strangest thing happened to me.
There was a beautiful miss, I was aching to kiss.
I was smitten, but it was never to be.

Well, I asked her to dance, a beautiful waltz,
I could have held her in my arms all night long.
As we danced through the night, she held me so tight,
And said, "My boyfriend's gonna take this all wrong."

  It was the last pick up waltz, before I got tossed in the street.
  It was the last pick up waltz, those hospital bills sure ain't cheap.

When I finally got out, thought I'd try it again.
It couldn't happen twice in a row.
I must be thick headed, so guess where I headed,
To a place where the lights are real low.

There once again, I saw her and her friend.
I paled and I said to myself,
"I think I'll just leave, before he gets peeved."
So I turned and ran into a shelf.

  It was the last pick up waltz, before I got tossed in the street.
  It was the last pick up waltz, those hospital bills sure ain't cheap.

Well, I'm out once again.  Let me tell you my friend,
That the pick up just ain't where it's at.
If you want to see stars, go out to the bars,
Break your neck at the drop of a hat.

I know I sound bitter, you may think I'm a quitter,
But I'm not, and I'll tell you all why.
In the paper it seems, you can meet the mate of your dreams.
Personal ads were made for the shy.