The club is bouncing, but all I'm focused on is you.

You with the smile that lights up the room. You with the little black dress leaning against the bar as you order a drink. You with the brother who slept with my sister and wrote a fucking song about it.

You'd joined us on tour over the summer and you and I had hit it off pretty quickly, but I didn't want to overstep any boundaries. You know, what with touring with your brother and all that.
He, however, doesn't seem to have the same mindset as I do. He slept with my sister and wrote a fucking song about it.

So, fuck it. Maybe I can have my own little Aussie Love Affair.

"You know, when we sing Little Black Dress, this is exactly what I picture." I lean down so you can hear me over the music, as I stand behind you at the bar.

"You're so fucking corny, you know that?" And there it is, that smile that makes and appearance whenever I make a bad joke.

"Close, change one letter and you've got it right," I smirk.