The Waiting Game

Meet me at the usual place
Fleeting moments for imposing curfews
See whose made it with your again
Throw some light upon a sordid detail
Female with your feline eyes
And hair dyes and white lines
I’ve seen you in a familiar place
The waiting game
The waiting game
Risky small talk in the usual place
The parking’s free
With adults for grown ups whoever they are
The pleasure was ours
Cream of the crop and such a pretty face
But its only the surface
Life is short I heard today
The film is running through
The waiting game
The waiting game