Across the table, denim skirt, tube top and bangs...
Which always melts my heart.
Glasses of beer clinking...
We kind of liked each other from the start...
Hers is gone, she says, \"Lets go\".
Off to the club for a rock and roll show.
The guys in the band all stare at her and smile...
Didn\'t matter, I knew she was mine.
After a few, down to the car on those very steep stairs...
As we kissed, I thought, \"Glad I have long hair\".
When we think things are meant to be and they turn out to be fleeting...
It doesn\'t alter what it was or its true meaning.
When hearts touch and fuse...
Regardless of the pain...you\'ve won...never lose.
And as the wrinkles get deep and the brown begins to fade...
We close our eyes and relive...that long ago, first perfect date.