She shot me down

(Alan Evans)

If God loves a trier

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A beauty like no other
entered my old drinking place
couldn't take my eyes from her
hypnotised by her beautiful face

she walked with the grace of a model
held herself in a grand style
I stopped and stared like a schoolboy
as the room lit up with her smile

every eye was upon her 
as she strutted her stuff with a dance
thought I'd chance my luck show my stuff
everythings worth a chance

I stumbled like a drunk as I got near
felt my face burning bright red
she glided along like an angel
while I moved like the living dead

she let me know quite bluntly
there would be no exchanging of names
no matter what I tried to say
she shot me down in flames

well if God loves a trier
I must be at the top of his list
set my sights high when I give it a try
somehow I always manage to miss
© Alan Evans 2018