Dance with the girl (instead of a woman married to a man)

 A pretty wallflower

She is

Smiling that smile against a wall

Just so it doesn’t fall


It doesn’t want to let her go

All it does is frown

She should be in the light

Where she can bring the house down


Everybody’s swayin’

And  lookin’ real nice

What a time for playin’

And for takin’ some real good advice


The ways of a loving world

Some may never understand

Take her hand, and dance with the girl

Instead of a woman married to a man


She’s got her ways

Her vows made her pure and true

With long nights and long days

Making love ain’t all you can do


What’s a man’s man

When she’s your number one fan

She’s got your back

So it takes a lot to stay on track


 She’s more than a diamond, more than a pearl

Made for the grandstand

Just remember to dance with the girl

Instead of the woman married to a man



Come Dance With Me

The stage is set

The music’s playing

All that’s left

Our bodies swaying


I see you

In all your glory

What’s left to do

(Is for you to) Come dance with me


A song will play for us

And no one else

No need to cause a fuss

You’re my trophy for my shelf


Just wrap your arms around

My neck and baby, let yourself go

Like you were lost now found

Somewhere so low


We’ll go places

We’ve never been before

Somewhere no one knows our faces

No need for secrets anymore


And if the music ends

Hopefully then you’ll see

We can stay more than friends

once you come and dance with me








Life Class 3


What a fantastic feeling it is to win!  To actually, WIN!  I don’t mean to come in second or third, but to WIN!  All our lives – from the very moment we are able to start competing, we are told to keep our eye on the prize.  And what is that prize?  The prize is a trophy…be it a winged-figure sitting on top a platform, a standalone nude phallic symbol, or even a gold book opened in the middle affixed to a different base, or better yet, that pure physical embodiment of all that is grace and holy…a woman that everyone envies.  In any respect, a trophy is a trophy.  That trophy shows that YOU are the BEST.  You wiped the floor of all the other competitors and came out on top.  The only difference in the kind of trophy you receive when you win an award is that it is an inanimate object.  And, that’s the only kind of trophy you can get for coming in second or third place.   But, a trophy is a trophy anyway, right?  Wrong.  An inanimate object appears one way until someone takes a closer look at it and reads the placard:  2nd PLACE.  That’s when the heartbreak sets in.  You didn’t win.  There is the other top award or even reward that many men strive for:  SEX APPEAL.  When a man wins outright in his sport, that sends a message out to all other men that – I AM BETTER THAN YOU AND YOUR MATE SHOULD BE WITH ME INSTEAD.  A lot of times, you’ll hear losers say, “It’s not all about winning.”  Seriously?  Either this person never entered a contest before or this person never had a role model who cared to strive for anything.  Isn’t that called complacency?  Now, when it comes to a woman winning a GOLD medalist in the Olympics, what is her just reward?  Though you wouldn’t automatically admit it but many men would see her strength as his weakness – that is unless he was competing too (whether on the outside or at the GAMES as well).  Sure, he could say that he wholeheartedly supports his spouse, but to what extent?  With her receiving all the perks and attention of being a GOLD medalist may impinge on his ‘family’ time.  What an opportunistic time to claim invasion of privacy.  Then, in an effort to simmer down, the female winner has children and works on her family.  To her, she has achieved what she set out to do:  She Won!  Continuing to be a winner more than likely doesn’t fit into her stream of things anymore.  She has made it.  The only time she may return to competition is if she was coaxed into it by her spouse and outside influences.  Then, if she doesn’t bring home the GOLD this time, she already has it to fall back on.  ‘Nuff said.  For the male, competition is supposed to be naturally in his blood.  In order to get anywhere in life, he must be a winner.  There are just no ifs-ands-or-butts about it.  Second place is an accomplishment – and many actually live the dream of having been able to compete in any games.  That, however, is not the point.  Unless that male has WINNER on his shelf or in his corner, all his efforts seem bittersweet.  Now, should he get what some would consider to be the ‘trophy wife’ or ‘trophy girl,’ who’s to say he’s not the one constantly looking over his shoulder to see who she’s looking at?  In remembrance of the girls that are Runner Ups in the Miss America and Miss Universe pageants, before they are shuffled off the stage to announce the winner, they are told, “Thank You, Girls!”  Nobody wants to be called a “Thank You, Girl.”  No one wants to hear, “Thanks for your hard work, but you’re still a loser.  Better luck next time.”  “Thank You, Girl!”  How demeaning!  Yet, you must exit the platform with style, grace, and your dignity.  That is, unless you are that new viral sensation from the USA Olympic Gymnastics Team 2012, Makayla Maroney, then you’re the exception.   Your team won Gold, so you’re safe!  Together you stand, better if you win.  Divided, the lone wolf, there can be but one winner!  Will it be You?  It better be.  Because you have so much to lose, if you don’t WIN!