Mattie and Me in High Society

(Coto de Caza will never be the same)

The cream of the crop at the top of the tree
And in the midst of all of this? You and me!
The hottest chick there was older than your mom
I wore your ruffled shirt left over from prom
And drank a lot of really good wine: I was
Glad I went as a Displaced Person because
That walking stick which was part of my costume
Served as my focal point in the spinning room
Although I blame that stick for breaking that glass
It kept me on my feet and up off my ass

I just woke up in costume now (quite well dressed)
Bleary in the mirror (hung over) impressed
By the way we made our foray into that
Through-the-looking-glass world of the Cheshire Cat
I have some coffee going and this cigar
I found in the pocket of my costume coat
Remembering good cigarettes in your car
Turkish Silvers in that valet-parked Hyundai
Our magical-mystery undersea-boat
In which we sailed 'neath Saturday to Sunday

The old folks jitterbugged back to World War Two
As the Greatest Generation took the beach
With the poolside mermaids singing each to each
They sang to me but wanted to dance with you
We shared their fancy chow but declined to dance
Still we cut a mean rug without meaning to
And did it all ourselves without a tailor
But then Mattie Fisher and old Stevie Lance
Are known for being stylish in all they do
And our hostess made a seaworthy sailor

I never would have gotten there and back alive
Without your uncanny ability to drive
And you bid for and won the silent auction too!
They took pictures of us and I hope we will be
Written right up in the Register on page three
Or two or one or headlined on the social page
To witness our assault on high society
And increase our notable notoriety
As souvenir of our ascending pilgrimage
Up to where those with lives to die for go to die

But Mattie: we live lives to live for you and I

+Steven Curtis Lance



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