Common Sense

Obscure recollections of indiscretions
clouded by the haze in nightclubs
The rush fantastic
High heeled dreams in every corner
singing their siren's song.
"Can you buy a lady a drink?"
I think not,
for I've been down that road before
wound up on dusty floors
making love to red lipstick
and cheap peach perfume.
I've tried to leave the life behind
but I have obscure recollections
of indiscretions
clouded by the haze in nightclubs
and I keep going back for more.