There you sit dressed so beautifully,
there you sit vying for attention.
There you sit looking at me from across the room,
but I am too drunk to see,
too drunk to see and you want attention,
and you are the most beautiful thing that I have seen,
that I have seen,
but I am too drunk,
too drunk for company,
and I would only talk rubbish,
I would only talk rubbish and that would be no good,
that would be no good for you or me,
and so, I will sit here happily,
for looking at you is like a dream,
a blurry dream but what a pleasure it is,
but with my intellect and wit,
my intellect and wit they are at the bottom of my pint glass, and I can barely walk, I can barely walk, let alone talk,
and I have no wish to spoil your evening,
by slurring in your direction,
because that would be embarrassing,
embarrassing to me, so, enjoy your evening,
and I will remember your pretty face,
for when I am in a better state, and I am a more coherent me.