Khun Daeng's Bar

I sit and drink a beer in khun Daeng's bar
Telling my friend khun Gop that she's my star
My farang friends all tell me that by far
She's the greatest act in town, but this just mars
My pleasure with her company and jars
My sensitivity to her presence, to her touch
That makes her the perfect lady, loved so much
But as all the while we closely talk of love
I see her eyes are scanning far and wide
Potential customers are on the move
And she must flaunt her wares, help them decide
That she should be their choice, should be their prize

The skirmish is begun, the honey trap
The flounce, the flirt, the wide eyed innocence at play
The farang falls, bar fine is paid, and that
Is that as she is swiftly swept away

And so, abruptly, I am left alone
Does she then think my heart is made of stone?
If she cuts me then do I not bleed?
Am I not human, do I not have that need
For love and lust that surely man must feed?

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I sit and drink my beer in moody silence
And then go home and try to sleep, alone