As the drink is thrown down, and the bully bullied
He goes back to corner to be with his buddies
As she joins a dance crowd, bop to music studies
Feeling the precious heat of a night unsullied

As the night ticks away, she's enjoying the looks
However, her hero is no longer in view
Faced with the cold facts, that her long avenue
Shifting her attention to the cruisers for hooks

Turning around surprised that he's holding a drink
Inviting you over for a small discussion
Asking you about you amidst this percussion

This small talk last for hours, making you blush and think
That there are classy men that want to know her thoughts
They go out for night's walk, until breakfast's jackpot.