I have my hand on his shoulder,
He rests his hand upon my waist,
The tuxes and dresses move together,
The wearers dance to music slow -paced.
One two three, I go, two three four,
My dainty hands and tiger grip,
My not so comf’table stilettos,
Smile and dance, and try not to trip.
My friends say ,’Hi!’, and I wave to them,
I stare ‘t’em moving to and fro,
They smile and laugh and they dance in pain ,
Because all of them wear stilettos.
Could’ve chosen running shoes instead,
And run away with all my might,
But I chose to dance on heels so red,
Because that was what I thought was right.
Could’ve run away at break of day,
To chase the sun, quench all my thirst,
But thought the sun and the thirst could wait,
I had to dance to the music first.
I went back home with tired feet,
Put away the red stilettos,
I squat down, the running shoes I greet,
‘Hello, my dear’, I say, ‘Off we go!’
I ran and ran, I ran and ran,
Couldn’t catch the sun or quench my thirst,
One day I saw a familiar face,
Waved at her, she didn’t wave in return.
I wonder still, still I regret,
Could have chosen the stilettos,
Could have danced along and laughed with friends,
Not drift away with my running shoes.