Here's to the mystery man sitting in the corner I saw him looking blindly Not knowing I was staring from the opposite direction He couldn't notice me I was bound by the bar stool under the bleak light No attention was on me except for the swirling smoke Here's to the booth and the barstool Here's to the mystery of our relationship Starting off as oglers then to friends then to committed contestants in the game of barflying Here's to the booth and the barstool Here's to the mystery of The Bulldog How I found my husband there Well, that's a miracle Here's to the mystery of love and commitment Here's to the booth and the bar stool Where roaming eyes became a mysterious matrimony and a solved case of love.
Too bright she burns, a fragment of the fire That flames within her eyes will immolate The unsuspecting subject of her ire, Reducing him to ash, a dreadful fate. And so she shines, her brilliance a mere mask While cowards walk around her, daring not, Their courage insufficient to the task Of walking though her fiery onslaught. Until he comes, inured to pain and death, Oblivious to all but her bright blaze, And braves destruction in a single breath To be incinerated by her gaze. To ash they both are rendered by the sight But flare again to fiery flame, too bright.