I just met her only once…
working in Cafe de France…
We were there by happy chance..
Eggs and juice and milch-kafe..
With the boys I was in there..
But my eyes were just with her..
When she moved they moved along..
like that game of ping and pong..
From the back to the forth..
From the front to the rear..
When she came over to talk..
When she had to disappear..
Any word she had to say..
Any look she gave away..
Little hearts were in my eyes..
Oh my boy she made my day..
Had the meal and had the drinks…
DJ ate his many eggs..
It was time for us to leave..
All I wanted was to stay..
Roam around.. roam around..
In the city with the crowd..
Loved the scenes and loved the sound..
But my mind was away..
I did that work of CIA..
I got her name in half a day..
I hate to text! What should I say?
I wrote “hello” and had to pray!
Did she write me?
Yes indeed!
Wrote the things I hate to read..
That I need to stay away..
‘cause she had a Fiancé!
Oh boy!