Last night was a night to remember I think,
It's funny how foggy I get when I drink.
This cat to my right, His muscles real tight, his expressions not right, but his girl's eyes are bright.
So I grab her hand, and ask for a light.
If i dont leave soon, he may want to fight,
But the spirits are cold, and her Jean's are so tight.
I should watch the band, but this drink in my hand, tells me to glance at the girl in them pants.
Her cat goes to visit the porcelain God,
Our eyes connect, she smiles, I nod.
My heart starts to tremble, not sure how she feels, but I'll never forget them pants with those heels.
I'm not sure why she sits with this guy, who's so lost in thought, from the drinks that he bought.
Before he stumbles back to his seat, she hands me her number written on his receipt.
She whispers shes never done this before, As she stands they both go head for the door.
She spins her head for one final glance, Our eyes reconnect, we're locked in a trance, for that one moment, time stood in a stance.
Just some foggy memories of a girl in them pants.
By: Jason Dell
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