I'm at a conference in a wicked city. Mrs. W. is visiting #2 Stepson in a wickeder one. Here's a song about how decent men behave at times like this.
"The rhyme's not rich, the style is crude and rough" - but I wish there were more such songs.
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It's a wise song. Although how he got her into the room with him is a point he might have considered better before it came to this!
Given the line about having no songs for her alone...I assume he's just finished a performance in an intimate venue, and she's hung around as the last member of the audience.
Could be. She can't stay in the bar, to be sure. That's well known: "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
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