365D:55

Like a beautiful woman drifting through the night, your eyes are so big filled with delight. Your charm, your charisma, surely sought by all, I should have known that I would truly fall, for your kiss, your embrace, the dance, face to face. Enchanted, night after night, I roam la rue searching for my hearts abhors. That you may have found another and I will be no more. Laissez les bons temps rouler, or so they say, nothing lagniappe, not for me, all with expenditure so grand beyond belief. Longing and lonely, this heart is for you, just a small clinch, a supreme bliss, runs through my essence. Oh how can I let you go, l’amour. Oh how can I let you go?