SOMETHING ABOUT MR. HENDERSON

Anon

It was 2 am at the Blue Parrot Club,

I was tired - I was dead on my feet.

Then he walked in and gave me his coat

And my heart seemed to miss a beat.

I checked his hat - that was usually that,

Then he said "Can I walk home with you?"

Of course when a customer starts to get fresh

I usually know what to do.

But -

There was something about Mr. Henderson,

You know the feeling I guess,

I'm a girl who knows all of the answers,

But he made me feel like a princess.

Now a check girl gets plenty of chances

And I'd heard the old routine before.

There was something about Mr. Henderson

That I thought was worth waiting for.

We took a little apartment way up on the seventh floor.

We hadn't much money but I did my best

And I couldn't have asked for more.

We were happy alone up there on our own,

Just we two in our little flat.

I figured some day we'd get married

But we just didn't get round to that.

Still -

There was something about Mr. Henderson

Soon his career reached the heights

And he knew oh such elegant people

That we dared not be seen out at nights.

So I guess that I just didn't blame him

When he told me one day we were through.

There was something about Mr. Henderson,

If he said it was best - well, he knew.

Now, it's 2 am at the Blue Parrot Club

And I'm back where I started again,

But those years have made quite a difference

And I don't have much trouble with men.

This evening he came, he looked just the same,

And he smiled the same smile I had known.

There was nothing about him changed one little bit

Except that he wasn't alone.

And -

There was something about Mrs. Henderson

That seemed familiar to me,

I had somehow the feeling I knew her

Though she wasn't my sort I could see.

Then I glanced at us both in a mirror

And I realised why I felt so.

The was something about Mrs. Henderson,

She looked like me -  ten years ago.

Mr. Henderson, you were nice - to know.

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