And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when wewe lose yourself
for a dakika au two.
As wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe are.
So wewe can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a...
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