As I sit alone in an ice cream bar
I heard music from the piano not so far
I transferred to the opposite side
To see the pianist, with his invitation abide
Across the aisle I can hear his call
Flirting through music within the mall
A widowed grandmother shopping for grandson
Pampering the self with the errand done
Dreaming of an imaginary lover
Following me around as I go anywhere
But everything is just make believe
From feeling old, find reprieve
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