Lyrics

The sound of ice hitting the glass
The sound of your naughty little laugh
Let's go down to our favorite joint
Dressed to the nine's you get the point
Me in my black dress, you in your tux
We'll paint the town, drop some bucks
I'll be ready by Nine you be here by Eight
If you're not early, you must be late

You got me thinking all out of my mind
I can't remember the very next line
I stutter, I stumble, you probably smile
To see that would make it all worth while
I have to practice keeping my cool
Because your love has turned me into a fool
Mama warned me "Keep your head on straight."
If you're not early, you must be late

Now it's time to taste my butterscotch kiss
It won't get any better than this
Come on baby, let's start to relate
If we're not early, we must be late