I do believe in brief encounters
The lights fell right,
flattering the chair, and I guess you were sitting there
I fund your alcohol this evening
We slap some bets
Russian roullette with several shots of something hot
We've got a lot in common if you'd only shut your mouth
You're spinning fast or it's the room
I may lose interest pretty soon,
so hook your arm inside my arm,
but don't get out your sentimental teathers
This won't mean a thing come next Spring
I'm really being honest when I say you're like a dream
I don't expect you to be seen tomorrow,
though you may collapse my pillow
and leave a scent
You're a change of pace, a moving face
that sweats and barely leaves a trace
Just find my pulse and pinch my skin
Give my tired heart a shake
My dear, you and I are alive and wide awake