INNOCENT DANCE

…was a happy face,now it’s bruised,

was it the alcohol or the juice,

strength of a baboon,

weight of a baloon,

come take me,i have no one to take me home,

it was an innocent dance,

there is no way i can give her a chance,

sleeping with a broken heart,

this wound,an open part,

i wore my suit in laughs,

i wore a face of jokes,bluffs,

it was a mistake,now i know,

my conscience,white as snow…