She was standing in the middle of the living-room
You had eyes
only for her
Like in cartoons
I felt like putting my hand
on your shoulder
And asking you
why you were there
She took your hand and I saw your head turn slowly
Like in one of those films
Where they fall head over heals in love
You moved to put out your cigarette
in the ashtray
Then you said something to her
That I couldnt understand
I was able to see her cleavage
You too, you saw it, and it troubled you
You relit your cigarette and moved the flame up
To take a better look
She took your hand and I saw your head turn slowly
Like in one of those films
Where they fall head over heals in love