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Hangin’ On
© 2012 Ian Rushton
Glances first greet
In a crowded bar
First chance to meet
It’s the way things are
Settles in her seat
As he plays guitar
He recognised that look in her eye
Hanging on, hanging on every word
A man of the world
With a woman in his sight
She’s hanging on, hanging on his every word
Chorus by verse
His life tales unfold
No need to rehearse
True intentions untold
Seduce and coerce
He’s going for gold
She recognised that look in his eye
Hanging on, hanging on every word
A man of the world
With a woman in his sight
She’s hanging on, hanging on his every word
A smile in his eyes
A blush on her face
She’s hanging on, hanging on his every word
There’s not much she can do now
The dance is complete
He knows that look in her eyes
Go figure…