And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when Du lose yourself
for a Minute oder two.
As Du stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.
But Du know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how Du are.
So Du can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a...
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