meet me downtown tonight,
and wear that green sweater.
the one that falls off the shoulders.
you'll be late as usual,
and I'll be drunk already,
but, oh the shape of you
when you walk through that door.

i'll buy every drink,
(i'll even pay for
some of our sins)
if just once,
for old time's sake,
you'll look at me
the way you used to.

and don't forget about that sweater.
you know the one.