That look across a crowded room,
Locking in a stare that that make pupils bloom.
Refusing to turn away, demanding that you stay,
Not noticing anything except your everything.
You feel the room swaying, your feet dancing stood still
Concentration wavers, your stomach starts to swill.
It's not love at first sight, it's not cupid firing his bow.
Your drunk and you disgust her,
It's time to make your way home.
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