“I came in... just for the beer...” “You came in... with a plan.” “Well—cheers to missed connections.” Please... don’t undress me with your eyes I'm just a shadow sipping lager in disguise Yes, you sparkle like a disco ball But I came to this bar with no plans at all "I want your body"—you won’t hear me say I'd rather drift into a dream and float away A bed of roses? Oh, how cliché I’d lay it down… then walk away Please don’t have sex with me I’m just here for the company Sure, you dazzle in the smoky light But I’m not your lover—not tonight This one’s for all the femmes fatales Whose glances burn like molotovs Take your beauty, take your grace To someone else, some other place No flirting No pleasing No drinks No reason Just me And a beer And the sound In my ear "Give me your number"... so I can block it Your mouth? A song—I’d rather dock it You think I’m smooth, a charming guy But I’m just trying to get by Please don’t have sex with me I’m not the mystery you see No lines, no spark, no fantasy Just beer and late-night company So here’s a toast... To solitude, and the ghosts To beers that listen, and nights that fade No need for love... just the music we made.
