Foxtrot Charleston

The ladies sit on park benches
In little groups of three
All lined up in platform clogs
Plus glittering berets 

They are ready to dance the Foxtrot
Muster up a Charleston

The ladies who sit in rows of three
Ready to stand up and dance
But never will they find the chance

Their glittering berets hung up on shelves
Waiting for their moment to come
Platform clogs locked away

The ladies' fathers were mad about their ambitions in life
'Cause no good southern girl wouldn't want to marry
So they hang up their Foxtrots
And pack away their Charleston

The ladies now sit on park benches
Adorned by their children
From the men they never loved

Because they were much better at the Foxtrot or Charleston
Than they were at being in love


 

gracebats

VT

18 years old

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