O Melhor Amigo

Well the night does funny things inside a man
These old tom-cat feelings you don't understand
Well I turn around to look at you, you light a cigarette
I wish I had the guts to bum one
But we've never met
And I hope that I don't fall in love with you

Now it's closing time, the music's fading out
Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout
Well I turn around to look at you, you're nowhere to be found
I search the place for your lost face
Guess I'll have another 'round
And I think that I just fell in love with you