Intro: #1. Soft music, crowd overflows, strange faces and party time clothes. Some dance but I’m not one to Tango..she knows. Part of the picture is making the scene, but making a cool pistachio dream. She knows I’m no Sunday smoker, no sir. Bridge: Putin’ on a show..keeping time with one another stepin’ in between the broken lines. As anyone can see, no, she wouldn’t go so low with me, if she didn’t know what’s on my mind..as if she didn’t know. #2. My pleasure, feelin’ at home, knowin’ she’s near me, we’re finally alone. That’s me and that’s the me that she knows.. she knows. INTERLUDE: #3. My pleasure, feelin’ at home, knowin’ she’s near me, we’re finally alone. That’s me and that’s the me that she knows.. she knows. OUTRO: There’ll be good days, there’ll be bad days. There’ll be days she needs a comforting word. .....(Fade.)