GETTING OVER HER

I thought we'd raise our only child
And feed him with a spoon;
But, his mother loves another
And they're on a honeymoon.

All my friends say I must stop
Loving her, of course,
So I drove my Ford to a honky tonk
Still lonely from divorce.

From out of my chair, I must get up
And ask someone to dance.
For, if I plan to get over her,
I know I'll need romance.

The dance floor is almost full
Of country kings and queens.
I feel a pair of eyes
Just checking out my jeans.

I can see a smiling face;
I'm almost at a run
For I know if I dance
I'm going to have some fun.

She stands up from her table
And reaches for my hand
Then I lead the both of us
Right up in front of the band.

Somebody turned the spotlight
Toward the dance floor ball.
She is so beautiful
I'm afraid I might fall.

Here I go, a-gambling,
A-gambling with my heart,
For when I love a woman,
It always hurts to part.

Tom Zart
Author of
Love, War And More
Published by
Publish America