I never was much of a dancer

Come to think of it
which I obviously have nothing better to do
what with lying here waiting to die

The last time I danced
in public may have been in Turkey
I had a tooth abscess jfc and ffs
every bite was a dice with death

A group of misfits retired to a bar
a 'Rose for the lady?' man chanced his luck
and I actually bought one, as a joke, as a
kind of joke, to ingratiate myself

We all knew I wasn't serious
I'm not a serious man, but
it broke the ice at least

And the next thing you know
we're inside, two beers and
one rose down with the
poison briefly at bay, and a gruesome

Middle-aged knees-up is occurring
as Everybody Needs Somebody to Love
plays, dignity is cast aside
the Brits are on the dancefloor 

And that, for what it's worth
which is nothing, may be the last time
I danced in public