Spell

I turned some heads when I walked in there you sat in the noisy dim you looked harmless and I sat down I found out later I was dead wrong we started to talk the time flew by my friends were late but I didn't mind the music started you asked me to dance that was the beginning of this one night romance the barkeep asks if we would like another one for the road as we look at each other you take my hand my, how this night has flown we kiss goodnight each going home alone once in awhile that evening replays what we didn't finish with our dance that day it is not with sorrow but unfed wonder of that night we met and the spell we were under