One More Dance

A Southern older gal
Stopped by the bank
With a car that looked
Bigger than a tank
She hurried out
With her silver and gold
And said, girl,
I don't know how
You do it
It's so damn cold
I said, don't you see
There's a price to pay
To be free
We live and die
in the land of
a few spoken words
Of thousands lost hugs
And of hundreds
missed kisses
So at the end of my shift
I go home always trying 
To get one more dance 
a bit of love and 
a little romance