Swing Dancing

Swing dancing Saturday nights
All rusted out of me
Your hands coarse and throwing me rough
Listening to you bawl in the car when I tried to break up
How you didn’t like my laugh
Called it unladylike
Then redressed me
And pouted when I wore the same outfit twice
Still you could throw a tall chick high
And catch her coming down
It was all the in-between
That ruined you and me

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