Swimmer

Jenny was a swimmer
But she wasn't very good
She came in on Wednesdays and Fridays
And she did all that she could

'95 Nissan Altima
I can still smell the cigarette ash
One half leads the other
And the other goes straight in the trash
And there's an echo
And there's a chemical smell
And a voice rings out loud and true
And clear as a bell

Now Jenny's swimming
She's got her cap on, doing laps around the pool
And Henry's listening
To someone ask if he can sign their friend in too

'Cause Henry works at the front desk
At the YMCA off Clement Street
And he looked forward to every Wednesday and Friday afternoon
And he'd plan the things he'd say to her before she went to the locker room

And sometimes he'd even say them
And sometimes she'd crack a little smile
And Jenny was so good at finding reasons
And compulsions to come hang out at the desk a little while



Credits
Writer(s): Dirtbag Erotica
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