Smoke and tequila swirl in her mouth
As she drifts her way down my neck
And her fingers, they play me
Like piano wires
Sometimes she seems so far away
But tonight, she's so intense
It's a fickle hour
And there's more going on than meets the eye
So I embark on a kind of silent pleading
'Cause I can't read the look in her eye
And it seems to work
Maybe she finds it amusing
And the sun, it starts to rise
And one long kiss just doesn't seem enough
Sometimes she seems so far away
But tonight, she's so intense
