You've painted your face
I'm wearing nice slacks
We're out for the night
There no turning back
The sun has just set
My feet are so tired
Your hair is done up
Your eyes look like fire
The waiter must think
We both look like shmucks
As he comes around
Our fingers still touch
The liquor I drank
Is settling in
My stomach in knots
We both start to grin
When the check finally comes
We pay with loose change
You hold my hand tight
This feeling so strange
We make faces in the elevator
At the people on the ground
They don't seem to notice
I pull the car around
Your shoulders exposed
I give you my jacket
You look like a rose
The night is majestic
We both start to sigh
Our hearts are so reckless
We both yearn to fly
We make out in the parking lot
As people pass by
They don't seem to notice
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