The Pick-Up

Caught you walking in..  
Burning with the look of sin.  
Couldn't keep my eyes away...  
Could watch you dance all day.  
 
Eyes that could steal a soul..  
Deep gazes that control.  
Felt as though I'd seen you before,  
Not too sure of much anymore.  
 
I just know..I have to know you..
I just have to get the nerve to...  
Just to walk over to your table..  
Just get the nerve to be able...  
To ask you out on the floor..  
Maybe for a two step or more.  
 
Quietly I sit, just  building up my nerve.  
Knowing I could give you the love you deserve.  
Seeing my hand sliding up your skirt  
as we drink a few and flirt.  
Feeling your wet need for me..  
Would just drive me crazy.  
 
So I walk over and ask for a dance,  
heart  pounding for just the chance.  
To talk to you close..face to face.  
Maybe step outside, to a quiet place.  
To talk to you for a while..  
Lose myself in your smile.  
 
Lean in for a kiss...  
Take a chance...hit or miss.  
If all goes well, we'll return to the floor  
And I'll do my best to get more.