Food for Thought

I met this guy at a bar. He wanted to dance. So we did. He offered to buy me a drink. I let him. We dance and drank and drank and dance until...until the records stopped spinnin and our lips started sinnin and when I realized where we'd been then I decided just to end it cause after all we weren't even friends then but I knew where this could end when I said "yes" to that gin and after one or two minutes maybe even ten I would hate what might have happend, cryin, tryin to gain back my religion from that guy...at da' bar...who bought da' drink...dat i drank.