tick tock of the clock sends shivers up and down my spine the fine young lady at the bar could be mine all mine if only i could find the nerve to catch her eye then i'd have my chance, but no she passed on by slam down another whiskey, still aware of all another chance to meet the one, yet i dropped the ball bartender turns and asks me, "son, what will it be?" i'd like to tell him true, but who can i believe hey there, say what's your name this time things, they won't be the same your smile puts one down on my face what do you say, let's get out of this place gathered around the table, friends at every side all eyes on all the women, as they pass on by mouths wide open, eyes that follow, ass glued to their seat not a word was spoken, not a one that we did meet Copyright ©2000 Cup o' Joe Acoustic. All rights reserved. |