Smoke and tequila swirl in her mouth As she drifts her way down my neck And her fingers, they play me Like piano wires Sometimes she seems so far away But tonight, she's so intense It's a fickle hour And there's more going on than meets the eye So I embark on a kind of silent pleading 'Cause I can't read the look in her eye And it seems to work Maybe she finds it amusing And the sun, it starts to rise And one long kiss just doesn't seem enough Sometimes she seems so far away But tonight, she's so intense