Snare on the One

Saw you by the bar, light hitting just right. Thought,

"Damn, that silhouette could change my night". I ain't got lines,

I got openings. Like you dropped some, I draw on the floor.

You laughed, I scored. Said you like your whiskey neat and your men

unsure. So I stuttered perfect, spilled a little on your shirt.

You call it charm, I call it work. You said,

"Don't try too hard", so I tried harder. But soft like

a secret you almost don't share. I'ma hit on you like a snare on the