Her lips pursed to the microphone and oh, what sounds escape them
A song ensues as the spotlight shines, a coal mine holding a gem
Her dress glitters with sequins red as she sways to the band
And I look upon her with heavy breath and sweaty, quivering hand

Her lips red and ever so graceful as the lyrics jump from her tongue
A sultry lullaby telling me of fantastic loves
And I see in her eyes a glint that is all her very own
Inside a smoky, crowded club and yet I feel we're all alone

I loosen my tie and take a swig of beer in anticipation
She looks at me and winks, therefore binding my inebriation
Her earrings hanging pearls that I'm sure match the smoothness of her skin
Blonde curls trickle down her shoulders with flowers neatly tucked in

And here I am, seated, for I don't think I could stand
As she sings and sways gently, the mic caressed in her hand
As she ends her song, the crowd erupts with my heart for this wonder of a dame
The spotlight fading as the announcer tells the world her name...

And I fall...