The Backyard Of My Life
Late Night Dancer
She was an artist painting pictures
Of the velvet dolls in the underground
Every spectrum of color
For every subject she found
But drawings don't pay the bills
Now shes down on her luck and popped up on pills
Wearing white satin with black lace
The spotlight shining in her face
shes a late night dancer
Down at the blue bell
Whatever happened to the girl
I used to know so well?
I had just hit town my throat was dry
Lonely looking for something easy on the eye
Drinking smoking sitting in the shadows
Watching her performance perfect on the pole
I gave her my money she swallowed my soul
The most peculiar people
Hang around the most promising places
She remembers there names
But not there faces
Shes a late night dancer
Determined to try
She said you laugh much louder when you learn to cry
Blows a kiss from her hand
Knows you'll never understand
The struggle shes been through
But she did what she had to do
She was once a creative child
wreck less wild
Young and free
Finding inspiration
In anything she would see
But sketches don't pay the rent
Is it a blessing or a curse she was sent
Wearing white satin with black lace
The spotlight shining
in her face
Shes a late night dancer
Down at the blue bell
Whatever happened to the girl I knew so well?
By keith Hagger.