Been a while since I’ve added to my page, My Blog Soundtrack: Songs I Write To and thought this song was perfect for this piece. A little musical scrap of my past; something I remember swing dancing to…
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My love life feels like an auction
Mine ain’t as fancy as Sotheby’s
But they’re definitely disillusioned about me
Here comes the Auctioneer with his rhythmic chant
Taking bids and calling them out loud
Exciting, yes! Butterflies in my stomach as I step up to the block
I shouldn’t be nervous — I’m from good stock
Look out, fellas, she’s a stunner
One hundred, now two, now two, will you give me two?
Hey, okay! There he is, thank you, sir. We got you!
This one’s a catch, a real keeper
She’ll leave ya with a picture of her pretty pearly smile
Pick up the phone and dial
This number, this number right here, folks, 333
333, sure is pretty, whew, let’s go now —
There’s another one, POW! Up to three thousand, WOW!
Hey, bidder, bidder, bidder, what do ya say?! Do I hear four? Four?
A four for the stunner. Hey! I have four, wanna go five, sir?
Five, we got five thousand right here, this gentleman up front, go six, sir!
Hey! Six thou! Six for 333. Six for this pretty lady
Begs question though: Do they really see Me?
I don’t think they know what they’re auctioning —
Neurotic as hell
Sweet Southern Belle
A little wild, that Elle —
Can’t be sold or so I am told.