I was there at the right time, the right place In my right hand
I had an empty glass of beer Midway through drunk
In my head I was lost into some Dylan's rhythm
I look around and then I see what I was looking for
Those lips, those eyes Suggestive lines
Under the fancy dress
For you know I couldn't spend another goddam minute
She was alone and drinking whisky like there's no tomorrow
Talking to her surprised me way beyond my thoughts
I went casual and got involved beyond my will
Those hips, hazy eyes Lost in us
We are losing ourselves being one