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story about a woman I met in a bar back in Michigan. she had just broken up with a guy who wanted someone younger. I had always been attracted to women that were older.
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Slow dancing With A Fast Woman.
By
Michael J. Nielsen
Well, I WAS SITTING A LOCAL DANCE HAL, JUST KILLING SOME TIME.
THE PLACE WAS PACKED, THE BAND WAS HOT, THE WOMEN WERE FINE.
THEN IN THE CORNER OF MY EYE JUST OFF TO THE SIDE,
STOOD A TALL AND SEXY WOMAN IN HER PRIME.
SHE WALKED UP TO ME THEN LED ME TO HER TABLE TO TALK.
THE WAY SHE HELD MY HAND I KNEW SHE WANTED MORE THAN TALK.
IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, TO THE DANCE FLOOR WE WALKED.
BETWEEN THE LOOK IN HER EYE AND THE WAY SHE HELD MY HAND,
I KNEW I WAS HEADED FOR THE PROMISED LAND,
IT WAS HARD FOR ME TO RESIST, A WOMAN LIKE THIS.
{chorus},,I WAS SLOW DANCING WITH A FAST WOMAN.
THE WAY SHE HELD ME, ADDED YEARS TO MY AGE.
I WAS SLOW DANCING WITH A FAST WOMAN,
I COULDN'T BELIEVE IT WHEN SHE TOLD ME HER AGE.
I'D HEARD OLDER WOMEN WERE THE RAGE,
WITH MORE EXPERIENCE THAN GIRLS HALF THEIR AGE.
SLOW DANCING WITH A FAST WOMAN,
I KNEW, I WAS HEADED FOR HEAVEN.
(verse ii)AS WE WALKED OUTSIDE,
THE VALETE BROUGHT AROUND HER CAR.
IT WAS A BIG OLD CADDILAC WITH A PRIVATE TELEPHONE AND A BAR.
BEFORE I COULD GET 'ROUND TO THE PASSENGER SIDE,
SHE WHISPERED IN MY EAR, THAT I WAS TO DRIVE.
I KNEW RIGHT THEN AND THERE, SHE HAD TAKEN CONTROL.
WELL, AS THE SUN CAME UP, SHE WAS LAYING BY MY SIDE.
SHE WORE A RED SATIN GOWN TRIMMED IN WHITE LACE,
WITH A SLIT UP THE SIDE.
**I LEANED OVER AND GAVE HER A KISS,
THE LOOK ON HER FACE, I COULDN'T RESIST.
I WON'T FORGET THE NIGHT I SLOW DANCED WITH A FAST WOMAN.
go to (**repeat)
NO I WON'T FORGET THE NIGHT, I SLOW DANCED WITH A FAST WOMAN.
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