1
I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar,
that much is true. But even then I knew I’d find
myself behind the wheel of a large automobile,
or in a beautiful house, asking myself, well,
if sweet dreams are made of these, why don’t I travel
the world and the seven seas to Rio, and dance there
in the sand, just like a river twisting through the dusty land?
For though you thought you were my number one,
this girl did not want to have a gun for hire,
no bright-spark who was just dancing in the dark.
2
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar,
when I met you, and I believed in miracles:
every step you took, I was watching you.
I asked for your name, tipped you again and again
and you said, Don’t—don’t you want me
to fetch you a drink that would turn your pink mouth blue?
Don’t you think this tenth tiny chaser is ten times bigger than you?
Don’t you talk about places and people you will never know.
Don’t you symbolize femininity by use of the letter O.
And I said, Don’t you want me, baby? Don’t you want me …