When night falls, opportunity rises,
He hopes the beer will back up his disguises,
But if that doesn’t work then her white wine better
And if all else fails he trusts his lucky sweater.
But soft, she thinks, romance is not dead!
As the bum-dancing guy sidles up to her leg,
No wait – he turns, he has seen someone hotter
She heads to the bar, it is time for some water.
The bar is 4 deep and her chances seem slim,
That Brutus in front of her won’t let her in
But he sees her frustration and offers his spot
She smiles and they know it is time for a shot.
Tequila or Jager it doesn’t much matter
Just to get to a point where she can’t see he’s fatter
Than her usual conquests, but she quite likes his smile
So she gives him a moment to prove he’s worthwhile.
‘Don’t fuck it up’ he repeats in his head,
If you play this one right you can take her to bed
She’s older than usual, but that might mean she’s grateful
but what if she thinks this sweater’s distasteful?
‘I don’t like that jumper, but can‘t tell you why…’,
He ignores her and gently starts stroking her thigh
She stops talking quickly, giving in to his charms,
and in one kiss, their love story, concludes in their arms.