May I Have This Dance?

Houston didn't look quite the place for Greek players on a date
There were forests but I recalled the Black Forest of Frankfurt and shrugged
They were sister towns, someone said, Dallas and Houston and I shrugged
I don't recall the airport, isn't that strange? But I do recall Houston and that date.
Like players letting go inhabited by Odyssian ghosts, dressed and living like ghosts.

My date should have had a fill up of gas for he was withered and lacked all class
His show at pomp was like a frog jumped from a dank and bought a suit how droll
He had a friend who was as fond of me as ever a man could be, he swung me around
And ordered his date to buy me a drink, now would I lie?
I have long since had a fondness for brandy, and I am afraid, he thinks I am a steer, the fly.

The ghost in me was right, you can't brand with another's irons, and I giggled at the fly and frog
And found myself in the arms of a total stranger. We danced and we danced and we danced
And, that was enough of dancing, really. I felt a twinge of something at dancing with a short
Napoleon when my date was a frog, really. Oh, did I tell you he asked me to dance again, but I knew
He was going to ask me and I had the fly's date chase him off, bye bye Napoleon, and he left.