Rod Mckuen Happy Times
I got my unemployment check today, and we can splurge. You can have a new pair of stockings, and I'll get a haircut and a shoe shine. Tonight we can have steak for supper if you want, with mushrooms and water chestnuts. Let's go home
I like dancing with you. I should've told you that love is more than being warm in bed, more than individuals seeking an accomplice, even more than wanting to share. I could've said that love, at best, is giving what you need to get, but it was raining and we had no place to go. And riding through the streets in a cab, I remember that words are only necessary after love is gone
The sun is very fond of you, it's made you deep brown everywhere, even in the places only your lovers see. You lie in the sand every day, protected by the gulls overhead, the waves play games with you. And when you run down the cliffs to the beach all naked, it's only the muscular sun that chases you
Me and my woman listen to sad songs most of the time. If something frantic plays, we hear that too, but with different ears
