In which I let a “Dark Lady” brighten my day…

Feeling a little blue, a victim of a vague, ineffable late summer funk? I can recommend no better tonic than to down a beer or six in the company of many, many buoyant homosexuals and then to dance with abandon and without regard for the stares of others to Cher's "Dark Lady"...

Dark Lady laughed and danced and lit the candles one by one.

(Clap, clap!)

Danced to her gypsy music till her brew was done.

(Shimmy, shimmy.)

Dark Lady played back magic 'til the clock struck on the twelve.

(Clap, clap!)

She told me more about me than I knew myself.

...and so on. It's cheaper than therapy, and slightly aerobic into the bargain.