It was just tonight that
She stole a glance at me;
But on second thought perhaps
That glance was meant for he.
She blew me a kiss goodnight,
And the kiss it seemed sincere;
But on second thought perhaps
That kiss was meant for her.
Sometimes I feel she likes me,
And tonight that’s what I think.
But on second thought perhaps
I just had too much to drink.
Donn, fragments 
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