I have eyes, I'm not blind.I see you sitting there, staring at me. You want to come over. As you're probably undressing me with your eyes, my mind wonders. Maybe you're an decent guy, maybe you'll send me flowers for no reason. Maybe your lovemaking is just as strong as this stare you're giving me. Maybe I'm the one to make you throw in your jersey, maybe you could have been something to me. Maybe you're... Not him. So before my thoughts get me in trouble, I'll sip this cognac and avoid you. I'll avoid temptation and walk away.