"Oil Can Mascara"

never met until that night, street food speaking spanish,

you were out just like all of us but your smile said you can’t have me,

words rolled off your tongue spelling señorita with your accent,

brought along those batting long lashes sure to drive the men bananas, 

so threw it all out there with a joke, let's leave tonight and go to Vegas,

we’ll get to know one another on the flight to go meet Elvis,

with a glance so bright you looked to say hi and smiled for an instance,

maybe she's playing peak a boo with her baby blue eyes hidden behind,

that oil can mascara.