She moves best in silhouette
He looks just a bit upset
She says, "What's the story with you?"
He knows many years ago,
she was seventeen or so,
they left at a quarter to two
Heard she made her way out west,
and took a lover or two
Heard she left some old address,
"I hate to write so don't expect me to."
Hold me, if you really want to
Kiss me, if you feel you ought to
Take me, any way you need to
Leave me, if you ever have to
He says, "That's what's up with me."
She says, "What's your worry?
It's easy, that's the trouble with you."
She says, "I forgive you."
He laughs and says "I should thank you,
you left me, not a moment too soon."
Then he watched her arms both lifting,
as she started to dance
All the faces facing waiting,
everybody's waiting for a chance
Hold me, if you really want to
Kiss me, if you feel you ought to
Take me, any way you need to
Leave me, if you ever have to