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