She said take me there on the bed or the chair
Maybe the table over there
My phone rings, her breath shallows
I've got to go, i've got a show somewhere
It's the same old story, city to city, show to show
But there she is in the front row
She looks so damn pretty
I have to confess I want to know
Will she take me there?
The lights go down again, and the crowd retires
She pulls me aside
I think she's looking for a ring this time