Soft music
Crowd overflows
Strange faces
And party time clothes
Some dance
But I'm not one to tango
She knows
Part of the picture
Is making the scene
But making a cool
Pistachio dream
She knows
I'm no Sunday smoker
No sir
Puting on a show
Keep with time with one another
Steping in between the broken lines
As anyone can see
No, she wouldn't go
So low with me
If she didn't know
What's on my mind
As if she didn't know
My pleasure
Feeling at home
Knowing she's near me
We're finally alone
That's me
And that's the me that she knows
She knows
Hey, hey, hey, hey
My pleasure
Feeling at home
Knowing she's near me
We're finally alone
That's me
And that's the me that she knows
She knows
There'll be good days
There'll be bad days
There'll be days
She needs a comforting words