Sapphire (The Meeting)

First time I set my eyes on Sapphire Her eyes were burning like Satan's pyre Sat in a cocktail bar in Soho town Fraying lacy gloves and evening gown And when her eyes met mine Didn't see the sign Smoke that rose from her Sobranie flake Curled in circles like a movie take Jazz piano played a Basey rake She turned around to see And burned a hole in me