When that three way mirror meets your eye
On a slow night
Your boots were scratchy black
Tell me what did that salesman do to you
How you would walk the fashion mile
The fine mind behind your face
Hand me down and call it style
No human trio can compete
The better to a kiss sustain
That catalogue replaced
The lips on you were plain
On a slow night
Your hat was just a hat
I can see all your moves are new
On a slow night