These lonely girls
like from a French movie
with a handbag over their shoulder
with a short skirt on their back
wandering on a twilight street in the heart of the city
and there you come < br/>late cowboy
the first gray hairs
shining boldly against the beard
blowing the foam off your glasses
and wondering about a mysterious apparition
in the melancholy of late August
you see how your daughter-in-law
falls aside screaming
- grab her for a hug
- hug her frantically
- fold her arms behind her back
- and knock her teeth right into his open collar
that's what he's waiting for
but you don't sneak up on him with a bow
home to two bottles of beer in the fridge