Our eyes met across a room   At a party in late June   Where the elegant and chic   embraced the clique   To be together was unwise   Hand in hand we wouldn't dare   to risk the eyes of those who recognise      Living in another place   Moving at a different pace   Remembering the vision and how I see you   Remembering the times we shared   Even though you never dared   to dance the Seventh Samba with me      You were in the public eye   and the camera never lies   Our liaison hit the fan,   you seemed to crumble   So I agreed against my will   to deny and disappear   In a different time you'd love me still      When the flowers came today   and I found your note to say   that you love me and need me in your life   These circumstances made   you decide to tilt the shade   and dance the Seventh Samba with me      © Allaway/Metcalfe All rights Reserved