oh that night.

she's a vixen,

and you could smell it the second you walked in.

that red dress hugs in all the right places,

accentuating the curves of a goddess.

she's got you locked and her eyes follow you across the room.

her body waiting patiently by the door

breathing carefully so you can feel it dance along the back of your neck.

her right strap slides off her perfect shoulder,

and she plays like she doesn't notice.

only one strap.

only one secret to keep.

you've seen her once or twice,

but she's a phantom to your senses.

and you've already been beaten.

you'll move closer,

and with a quick flutter of her lashes

she'll have you.

you light it for her,

like a gentleman.

but the way that she wraps her lips around the cigarette gets you spun.

you'll never forgive yourself for this one.

but you've been known to make a bad decision.

it's only a matter of time,

it's only a matter of time.

sloppy passion only lasts until the sun's up.

unforgivable,

unforgettable.