This old bar
room,
Was dark with
sorrow,
Then you
walked in,
And turned
on my light,
Now I don’t feel
as empty,
As I thought
I would tonight.
I wanna say
hello,
Buy you a
drink,
Get your
number,
Ask you
dance,
But my knees
just went weak,
Now I can
barely stand.
The thought
of last call,
Without having
met you,
Is a fate,
I couldn’t
bear,
But I’m
still on this bar stool
And you’re
still haunting me, over there.
Now I’m on
feet,
Heaven help
me,
This could
be my end,
Or our beginning,
A tap on the
shoulder, Lead with hello.
And just ask
her anything.
Honey I’m
come over,
I think I’m
ready,
I just needed
time
To catch my
breath,
Before I,
let you take,
It away all
over again.
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