Mike's Supper Club

i grooved across the dance floor
feeling lost and sort of blue
got a little woozy
but still i thought of you. . .

i danced until my feet ached
but really didn't care
started feeling lousy
'cause my baby wasn't there. . .

i danced like old St. Vitus
spun girls i didn't know
got a little seasick
but still you didn't show . . .

i thought about your grayblue eyes
intensely in my soul
became a little dizzy
as i lost my self control . . .

i saw some blonde haired women
but none with pale spun gold
i finally got all bluesy
as i saw the scene unfold . . .

i felt the madness of the music
watching people pose and flaunt
started feeling funky
i am your favorite haunt. . .

February 1973