Waltz

(Mary Chapin Carpenter) Fetch me a glass, let's fill it with fine romance Pour slow the wine, then let your eyes kiss mine You, you with the charming eyes Lately I've found myself truly beguiled If this is a waltz, then I can't refuse To dance with a man like you. She must be fine, she must be enchantingly kind And she must be fair, and never reveal that she cares Then, then when you've got her heart Spin her around till she begs you to stop But this is a waltz and no lady refuses To dance with a man like you. And if she inquires the meaning of love You'll silence her words with a glance And if she desires to wonder and pause You'll charmingly ask her to dance