I have spent all my money on  ‘wine bar floosies

Trying  to  forget your face

But at fourty two I just couldn't do

That required to  stay with  the  pace

It was too much  to  ask of a man of my years

And a romantic turn of mind

To ignore  the  allure of the  beauties no fears

God damn it! I'd rather go blind

One night at  the  bar of  The  Glitz Trocadar

Posing as anyone could

I chanced to espy with a glint in the eye

A maiden who seemed  that she would

Dance with a stranger, so awkwardly shy

A Tango if only  she knew it

But if  she had the  will, she hadn't the  skill

Save  Tangero's  revealing of  thigh

With Finger and Thumb gently squeezing her b**

We gradually got it together

And began to employ Tango Dancing enjoy

Eye contact, Hot clinches, and  tearing of leather

With her Emerald eyes, and the glimpse of her thighs

She melted my heart like a Lemming

Satin skin oh  so fair, and her Silken red hair

In my arms? She was my Rhonda Fleming

But it was not  to be, age difference you see

Her eyes  in another direction

As John Payne I was fine, but at some  other time

Brad Pitt  was to her quite perfection

So I gave up the  allure of Maidens so pure

Wine bar floosies, fast living  and thee

Country music is  all right, every  Thursday night

Then  it's ‘grab hold of a granny' for me