I never had a suspicion
when I loved her
she always made me feel so fine
but she'd always leave me wanting more
then I'd find myself begging
back at her back door
I'm not dancing with that bitch any more
every time I saw my face in the mirror
making love to those little white lines
I never thought I was losing control
she did my thinking for me
but baby now I know
I'm not dancing with that bitch any more
There was nothing pure
in her driven snow
Just a whiter shade of darkness
where I betrayed my shadow
She choreographed
every move I made
I’d perform for her my spastic ballet
I'm not dancing with that bitch any more
I was ready to sell my soul for her
if I could find me a buyer
I spent my friends for the lies she told
I just couldn't deny her
she had me under her thumb
my legs could move
but I couldn't run
I'm not dancing with that bitch any more.
About Judge Santiago Burdon:
On an unseasonably cool July morning in Chicago, equivalent to David Copperfield, Judge Burdon was born on a Friday. The Brontes, Keats, Burns and Dickens inspired his study of English Literature. He attended Universities in the United States, London and Paris directing his focus on Victorian novels and authors.
His short stories and poems have been featured in; The Remnant Leaf, Stay Weird and Keep Writing, Independent Writer's Blog, Spillwords, The Beatnik Cowboy, Down in the Dirt Magazine, The Raven Cage, Eskimo Pie, Across The Margin, Story Pub, Scarlet Leaf Review, Horror Sleaze Trash, The Stray Branch and Anti-Heroin Chic. He is presently engaged in finishing his book "Imitation of Myself." A non-fiction story encompassing his experiences as a drug runner for a Mexican Cartel. Judge celebrated his 65th birthday last July and lives modestly in Costa Rica.
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