as Kitty once sang, "I'm taking my time with you"

remember the time we danced

until the chairs were turned,

-it was such a hole in the wall

but that band could really swing.

every time I listen to Fats Waller

I think of that time we smoked ourselves silly

and ended up drinking champagne

until the early morning hours.

when I think of you

I think of French lace

pipe smoke and sweet kisses.

it's been a long ride so far

and every time I listen to that music

I feel you sitting right next to me

whispering into my ear

brushing away my hair.

with each dramatic blow of the horn

I feel myself drift back to that time

When we were carefree

and all we did was take our time.

those where the days....