Lisa at the Small Town Dance, The Song
I saw Lisa at a small town dance.
She was kissing all the fellas – well I wanted my chance,
But once I tracked her down, I was too shy to talk.
She said, “What do you say? Let’s go for a walk!”
She said, “I just had to get out of that place –
Too many other girls -- getting on my case;
Too many fellas just wanting some ass,
And a couple old boyfriends – stuck in the past.”
I said, “I’m glad I was able to help you get a break,
But I hope I don’t turn out to be another mistake,
Because to have this time to meet you is a dream come true.
I guess you could say I’ve got a crush on you!”
She said, “Give me some time to get to know who you are.
Maybe we could park somewhere, if you’ve got your car!”
“I admire you, I said, because you seem so very free!”
She said, “I’m not sure you’d want to be me!”
Her Folk had had no trust, and she’d tried to escape,
But then became a victim of serial rape.
Having put out a little just to make a new friend,
She was facing demands that would never quite end.
Chorus:
Lisa, Lisa - you're so very pretty.
Life got rough when you left the city,
But that's not the way that it has to be,
And I hope you'll come to me!
We both just want to be free!
She said, “I can’t be boxed in by social conventions,
But I at least need my friends to have some good intentions!
Some people blame me because it happened that way,
And when I speak about my shame, they only look away!”
I said, “I want to know whatever is true,
And I’m sorry for what people have done to you!
Such blatant de-meaning just makes me feel disgusted:
Betrayed as you’ve been by the guys you had trusted!”
She asked, “Are you really different? Could you sometimes be crude?
I’m sure the way you’d show it would be somewhat more subdued.”
I said, "I’ll show you my craziness, but I’ll do it with respect.
I don’t want to use you. I just want to connect.”
I said, “But then, I also have that physical attraction.
Should I be ashamed when that’s my natural reaction?
I don’t want to curb my passions. I don’t want to be excused.
But after all you have suffered, I hope I’m someone you could choose!”
Then the lightning flashed and the thunder roared.
I asked her if my love could be a risk she could afford.
She said, “Right now I just can’t know - what it is I’d have to gain.”
I said, “I want the chance to show you.” Then it started to rain.
Chorus
She said, “Isn’t this romantic? Caught in a thunderstorm!”
I reached out for her hand and I found that it was warm.
And as the wind blew through our clothing, and the raindrops stung my face,
I released the comfort of her hand, to make a fleeting embrace.
For as the lightning flashed on her shirt-soaked breasts,
It seemed to be posing me some kind of a test.
She said, “A lot of men just fantasize of getting me in bed.
I’m glad I have a gentleman to talk to instead."
“All right,” I told her. “So tell me a story
About something you’ve wished for, or a moment of glory.”
We plodded on in silence, in squeaky, soaking shoes,
And I began to talk - about the evening news.
Then the thunder made a tremendous crack
That threw my whole story all out of whack.
She stopped me short and said, “Let’s do it like this!”
And parted my lips with a kiss.
So at last I held her in a strong embrace,
And we met one another, face to face.
You don’t know how it strengthened me to feel her caress,
Standing pelvis to pelvis, and breath to breath.
Chorus
The rain on our faces tasted sweet and pure.
My shyness vanished and I became self-assured.
She said, “What were you alluding to in the six o’clock report?”
“I guess you had to be there,” Was the best I could retort.
