She Liked to Dance

She liked to dance,
He liked to stare,
He'd watch her move with her long black hair.

He liked to drink,
She liked to smoke,
Both of them knew it was going to cause them to croak.

She wrote poems,
He sang songs,
Both of them could have gotten along.

He was a player,
She a heart thief,
Both of them caused a lot of grief.

She liked to dance,
He liked to stare,
She'd watch him from the corner over there.

He saw her,
She glanced away,
Both of them happened to be quite afraid.

She walked over to him,
He looked up at her,
Both of them were preparing to endure.

He grabbed her smokes,
She took his drink,
Both of them didn't even think.

She liked to dance,
He liked to stare,
He watched her carefully standing right there.

She had a few more drinks,
He also had a few more,
Both of them began to head out the door.

He kissed her gently,
She pushed him into a wall,
Both of them knew that this was the end of it all.

She was completely distracted,
He knew she never saw the knife coming,
Both of them could have left running.

She liked to dance,
He liked to stare,
She opened her eyes wide, seeing he didn't care.

He held her close, whispering in her ear,
She took a hard breath, almost falling right there,
Both of them felt a loss of air.

She felt cold,
He held her close,
Both of them knew that no one would know.

He kissed her,
She felt her entire world begin to grow dark,
Both of them knew that she was going to embark.

She used to dance,
He used to stare,
He knew that he'd always miss her long black hair.