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
Putin’ on a show
Keep with 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
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
Hey hey hey hey
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
There’ll be good days, there’ll be bad days
There’ll be days she needs a comforting words