Liza, I saw you in the jazz club. Liza, we danced the night away. Liza, we got lost in the mob. Liza, bring my baby back to me.

Oh Liza we met all those moons ago. It was a thrilling night. The wine and champagne flowed freely. I saw you standing there by the stage. You were only seventeen at the time. We touched hands and it was electric. You giggled when I told you that you were beautiful. You swooned over my jokes.

We danced to all the slow and even the fast songs. The night felt like it was never going to end. But we weren’t meant to be. The cops busted in and started taking people’s names. You ran out the back door, and we were separated. You left your stilettos on the floor of the club. I took them home. They still smell of you.

I’ve been searching high and low for my baby Liza. You and I were a match made in heaven and saxophone and drums. I sit at the clubs at night waiting for you to come in, wearing a sanguine red dress, but you never come. I hope you’re okay Liza. Wherever you are, I hope you’re able to dance. Please come back to me Liza. Come back to down. Is it the police that are keeping you away? Is it a debt unpaid to a barkeep? We can handle that together, doll face. We can get through anything together. Even Honesty will understand.

It’s okay, Liza. It’s okay. We will dance again some day. I will give you back your stilettos, and we will go out to dance the night away. Just come back to me, and everything will be alright. We’ll make a run for it if we need to. We’ll move to a new town, a new country. We’ll go to the southwest. In Arizona, we’ll sit on the sand and stare at the moon together. It’s just a matter of finding each other again, creating that spark again.