Turning Maynard Williams

Turning to my left, the news was grim
I had no wish to talk to him
He was loud, and thought he mattered
Turning to my right was just as bad
She was diamonds, but sad
And badly needed to be flattered

If, however, I look straight ahead
Past the bottles, white and red
An angel sat at dinner
When I caught her eye, this angel smiled
I was charmed, I was beguiled
I knew I had to win her

All at once, my eyes turned steamy blue
I was handsome, six-foot-two
A Grecian god prepared for action
Convеrsation stopped on every sidе
Forty mouths fell open wide
I was now the main attraction

I ignored them all, their protests, too
I had only thoughts of you
As I leapt across the table
Swept you off your feet and through the door
And, having worked it out before
Took you to my private stable