That Beautiful Girl. Poem by Steven Harris

Standing at the bar
she walks in through the door
i've seen her so many times in here before
but i've never said a word
never even said hello
never even gave a her smile
she doesnt know who i am
she would never know my face in a crowd.

She stands next to me
and for the first time
i offer to buy her a drink
my hands sweating
and she accepts
and i buy her that drink.

I buy her a vodka and coke
and she smiles, thanks me
and walks away
she goes back and rejoins her friends
sits in her seat
and sends a bright smile my way.

An ugly guy like me finally spoke to the beautful girl
she let me buy her a drink
thanked me and sent a smile my way
an ugly guy like me managed to speak to that girl
i've seen her in here everyweek
and finaly i had the guts to speak.

i stand at the bar
waiting for my friends
i hope this isnt the last time i speak to her
i hope she speaks to me again
i hope she will let me buy her a drink again
maybe later on tonight
she will even accept a dance from me.