Your eyes were a language I tried so hard to comprehend.
She’s left her heart at San Francisco,
And gambled for pity and wine.
You ought to think she’d have cut the line,
But the smoke has set on her eyes.
Just let the future sleep tight tonight,
Why approach it with surrendered arms?
The milkyway’s gotten her feet tongue-tied,
Inside a mess of sodden shoes.
Look at your hands! They’re covered in Delight!
Go wash that all off right now my dear,
You’ve made the lot of us lose our appetite.
He popped more than just a question that night,
Oh hide, hide, hide,
What if he finds out this time?