I want those low smoky bar songs
To make you think of me
I want you to want to see me
In that kind of loud ***** place
Out of place
And a little drunk

I want your frown
I want your glare at the bartender
I want your hand on my arm
When French is all I can manage
French, and your name

I'm speaking French for you
And you never notice

I want a little strong something
To bring out those r's
And your concern
I want your "lightweight"
I want your done-in kiss

I want my bad decisions
To bring one out in you.