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