I was sittin’ by myself in a dusty little bar,Halfway ‘tween the jukebox and my broke-down car.A 20-something brunette was a drinkin’ all aloneWhen in walked Blondie and my dick turned to bone.Blondie was a looker, dressed up real fine;Brownie wore glasses, was about twenty-nine.Blondie’d been around the block a time or two;Brownie wore a heart-shaped red tattoo.Here I Sincan Escort was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-Should I choose enthusiasm or experience?My eyes wandered over that long blond hair,I held her eyes a second, was ready to go over there.About 45, I thought, and Blondie held my gazeWhile Brownie called Etlik Escort out, “Bring another down my way!”The barkeep pulled a beer deep into that glass.She stretched out to reach it. I could see she had an ass.The barkeep walked away from Brownie with a swagger in his behind.She winked at me and gave a look that Çankaya Escort said she wouldn’t mind…Now here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-Should I choose enthusiasm or experience?Blondie had experience as any man could tell,Her curves promised every man that she could ring his bell.Brownie had enthusiasm as any man could see,A giggle and a jiggle but no repartee.The barkeep was gray-haired and I was thirty-eight,I was looking pretty good and he was looking great.Blondie called across the room to Brownie with a glance,“What you want, girl? A little enthusiasm or a bit of experience?Now here I was a settin’ all confused upon a fence-Which one would choose enthusiasm and which experience?