jukebox blues

[spencervea]

the jukebox is playing the worst song i ever wrote
and my old girl dances on some rich man's table
she crushes a wine glass with her high as hell heel
he'll drink from whats left

she'll stare with envy!
she'll stare with all her greed!
might you drink faster from your broken glass, boy!
soon her stare will turn you to stone!