The first time I laid eyes on you
You're exactly what I had in mind
Our love that summer night
Was only deep as that bottle of wine
Many slip from the cup to the lip
Many sin from the chalice to the chin
Across that crowded city bar
I followed the stare of your wandering eye
I wore the same dress as the night we met
So you'd know exactly what I had in mind
Many slip from the cup to the lip
Many sin from the chalice to the chin