As the cigarette smoke hovered over her head
My eyes fixated on the beauty before me,
As the cigarette smoke hovered over her head.
The tavern was full, but only one could I see.
Did she even notice? No eye contact yet.
My eyes fixated on the beauty before me.
Her eyes told the story, wanting to forget,
Staring down at the near empty glass.
Did she even notice? No eye contact yet.
I hope that this is not her last.
Not yet enough courage to approach her,
Staring down at the near empty glass.
All at once she stood up in a blur,
And in a few moments she would be out the door.
Not yet enough courage to approach her.
Her face, beauty and mystery I did adore,
As the cigarette smoke hovered over her head,
And in a few moments she would be out the door,
As the cigarette smoke hovered over her head.