Rhythmic bones that sway into this night
Her eye catching way, keeps my heart a flight
Forty voices crossing, she is all that I hear
Over thirsty tavern patrons waiting on a beer
She is mixing cocktails, shots, long island ice teas
A tall drink a water is what she makes for me
Her gaze through this crowd, cheers my dreary soul,
While I line up pool balls and knock them in the holes
I cant help but to look, every chance I get
Lost in the way she moves... simple pleasure yet
When her rhythmic bones begin to sway...
I fall into her rhythm, and gently... slip away~