I saw you this one time at a party.
I put on this one song I liked and you asked if it was this one band and I said yes and you winked.
That wink struck hard and fast. The chorus came on and suddenly there was dancing and I suck at dancing – but there’s no space on the dance floor for being self-conscious.
Then the party came to a close and there was only one thing left to do – I had to ask you a question.
But I didn’t then. So I’m asking now.
Who are you and can I buy you dinner?