Tekst: Joanna Jach

I took a sip and suddenly it was the bottom of the glass
I looked up and saw the waiter staring
My lips were crimson red and shining
And you could see I might go on and on.

Oh Suddenly! the waiter came to me
And said: aren’t you pretty, dear
I gave him the look with my big blue eyes
And all I thought was studying his ceiling all night

Ref: The dim light, the saxophone on the wall
Smoky air and girl in shortest skirts
Men all around them, judging eagerly
It was a normal, Saturday night.

So, the rest is obvious, oh well
Are you sure you wanna know it babe?
You might get a clue when I tell you this
That he was tall, dark eye and chic.