Woman At The Well 121713 A

James Michael Taylor

She had a beer and I drank water
Rectangle pizzas cut in quarters
But to me none of that mattered
She was the Woman At The Well

We ordered appetizers
Four bucks apiece it’s Happy Hour
I couldn’t take my eyes off her
I drove the car. She paid the bill

She was a breeze that brushed against me
And without effort, she convinced me
Ah, please, nobody pinch me
She has cast her spell

Now the days are getting colder
I miss her head here on my shoulder
But in my memory I still hold her
That’s my story and Time will tell

© 2013 Royal T Music