nice to meet you, how are you
i am well, and guarded too
something 'bout you, i can't place
you have voice, and a pretty face
you abstract thinker, mental scribe
let's meet here and we'll imbibe
and then we'll talk and then we'll bake
and talk some more and then partake
i'll fall asleep into your arms
and i'll awaken to your charms
if by dawn the music's done
we'll hit the store for another one
i'll lead a tango, just for us
and i won't look to hop the bus
i'll follow you where you might go
i'll listen to what you might know
i'll mend my craft with you in mind
i'll see the beauty you designed