For seven years I was lonely, drinking coffee, smelling the true scent of life's muse. In seven years I came restless, without content. Never followed my men from sorrow.
I bought some time and drank that wine all through those nights and never cried. For seven years I was lonely, drinking coffee, Sprinkling the garden to get a little company.
We borrowed time. Don't follow my tune. Just grab her right. When you've got that feeling, get on your feet and stop that whirling. Nobody likes a cute boy trying to be nice, when a girl wants to party.
Keep it on and get your slick hat up. Just walk across the dance floor and look her up, and if girls come up your trail then just look the other way and give it some time. I'm sure that everything will be alright, but don't forget to keep me posted all night long.