Those beautiful yet dangerous, snarling eyes:
I could have drowned in seconds if I'd paused
But somehow, something you reflected caused
My stare to dip towards your charming thighs.
It shivers even now to wonder why
The champagne got the better of my tongue
Despite the height I saw you reach among
The others. Did you hear my morning sigh?
I know that you've remembered me since then,
Although perhaps not in a pretty light.
I'd like to think it's you the champagne blames,
As he runs after me to call again,
To ask if I will try once more tonight.
Oh Lisa, will you shoot me down in flames?