Verse 1
I was doing so well.
Hadn’t thought of you all night.
Till the bartender poured my drink,
I saw she had your color eyes.
Then your memory appeared from out of the blue, deep blue.
Here’s looking at you.
Verse 2
She puts down another whiskey,
And all I do is stare.
‘Cause that Jim Beam’s amber color
Makes me think of your hair.
Next round I should switch to Grey Goose.
Here’s looking at you.
Bridge
Isn’t this just like you?
Like this straight up shot.
One minute you’re here.
And the next you’re not.
Leaving me empty.
And still wanting more.
With nothing but heartache
Flowing out of every pour.
Verse 3
I count twenty-one women
Tonight in this place.
But when I look at any of them
All I see is your face.
I guess that would now make twenty-two.
So here’s looking at you.
Here’s looking at you.
© Don Micallef
