Our eyes met across the set of a crazy and crowded night

She was such a sight and I sashayed over through the flashing lights

I tried to dance in a state of advanced and tranced rocket fuel

But I lost my cool and I took out three tables and a bunch of fools

 

I said ‘sorry about the mess there’s nothing more that I detest’

‘Sorry about the mess, I’ll catch it later when I’m dressed’

 

We got back to her flat in a drunken and bad lucid daze

It was such a haze but I somehow managed to get my way

She laid down in her gown and I turned on the Benjamin style

But she ran a mile ‘cos I lost my saline across her smile

 

I said ‘sorry about the mess there’s nothing more that I detest’

‘I’m so sorry about the mess, I’ll catch it later when I’m dressed’

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(Copyright Jules Benjamin)