Across that crowd I look eyes mine inquire
The beautiful young face I feel is fazed
I wonder what proposed provokes to ire
In din of chat and music sense erased
A moment earlier when our gazes grazed
I had a hunch that her Id hug and squire
I sipped at brandy glass and longer lazed
I felt the liquor light in lungs its fire
As her young face affords a fleeting smile
I burn to touch those tresses long and lank
Id like to do it not a party prank
Im paralysed yet passionate the while
I was then startled from a fugue I dwelt
She sashayed over sexy strong and svelte
Chorus dwelt lodged resided
