she must be whom everyone wanted
they cry in front of her
, begging
their knees bleeding
through pleading
from something they knew
they cannot get

grey clouds fits the tears they all left
in the middle of the dance floor
red lights entreating
to be turned off
songs playing continuously
past between the disks

seats all taken , a man still calling on
not being recognized
paying little to no attention at all
no love to be wasted
just by the booze they cater
by the end of the hall

a deadly woman on the show
she sings
and dances
so famed , all quite and appealing