Shall we sit, laugh and banter,
Discuss our every desire,
In an atmosphere on love and compassion,
You order bitter, and I go for smooth,
The waiter suggests the fries,
We accept the tater-tots,
We make work of our meal,
Beer washing down our mouths,
Forks stabbing at wandering hands,
Clearing the table, a brief contact is made,
Silence falls quickly,
An our eyes catch the waiters,
"One more round of drinks for two?"