They shine with fresh chemicals, sending signals across the bar room, 

Midnight red and full of promise, they proclaim you. 

Softly their corners twist upward in a smile,

They tell me I'm welcome, and I wonder how far my welcome extends.

Red wine does not change them but the smile remains, 

Oh, how I want to kiss them to feel their softness, to taste the lipstick lighting your gates.

You lean forward and contact is made.