Wake me from this dark dreaming Bring be a smile for my lips Give me a sign to start scheming how I'd hold you by the hips I see your blue eyes gleaming shining at me across the room I read in them a secret meaning telling me you want me too Around one question we dance I think we need to answer soon Is it time for some sweet romance? shall we dance to a sweeter tune?
W. I. Boucher October 24, 2004