Take Me There
She said take me there on the bed or the chair
Maybe the table over there
My phone rings, her breath shallows
I've got to go, i've got a show somewhere
It's the same old story, city to city, show to show
But there she is in the front row
She looks so damn pretty
I have to confess I want to know
Will she take me there?
The lights go down again, and the crowd retires
She pulls me aside
I think she's looking for a ring this time
Writer/s: Matthew Simak
