I'm already on my second bottle of wine
She's sitting in the corner of a small dance hall
And man she's really fine
Reading the paper all by herself
I had brought my too weak glasses
So I wiped them on some curtains
And then I say to her let's dance
It wasn't a she, it was a he
Probably he didn't see well either
His glasses were all fogged up
He says to me later, Madam
Can I offer you some wine
When I found out, it was too late
He already held me in his arms
He danced poorly, he didn't know the steps
So I taught him some
Now I'm on my third bottle of wine