The street was packed with snow and ice,
The winter's night was cold and dark.
Two young women, stuck and spinning,
My friend and I helped them to park.

We went into the club and snagged,
The only table that remained.
Then they came in and looked around,
We offered and two chairs obtained.

A bluesman played the club that night,
He was one of the best around.
We drank and talked while listening,
And fin'lly closed that nightclub down.

We offered breakfast then to buy,
The closest place was pretty far.
My friend drove off with one of them,
The other one climbed in my car.

She yawned as she sat over there,
So far away across the seat.
"Lie down and rest your head right here."
And tapped my thigh a subtle beat.

She looked at me suspiciously,
I said, "It's okay, just to rest."
But then her hand slid up my leg,
In such a gentle, soft caress.

After we ate I drove her home,
I hoped a kiss there I might find.
She led the way up to her place,
And then she locked the door behind.

She welcomed me into her bed,
And oh so willingly I came.
But halfway through the night I woke,
And found I did not know her name.

I went into the bathroom then,
Searching in her medicine chest.
A prescription bottle told me,
Kathy, one of my very best.