THE NACK.

So he opened the door

He strolls to the bar

His eyes are surrounded

There’s girls everywhere.

He acts out the cool look

When really in heat

He stares at his bear glass

Then stares at his feet.

He trying to find the words to use

To simply say hello

He’s drinking so he’ll quickly lose

The fear of being a Romeo.

Yes his heart’s on his back

He’s trying to find the nack…

He can’t take the flack

Cause he don’t have the nack.

There’s eye conversation

He fails to ignore

There’s girls all around

Do they want to know more?

But frustrated attempts

Can do him no good

He orders a refill

To get in the right mood.

The nack to go with the feel

The nack to somehow reveal the right lines.

The nack to hold with the eyes

The nack to never disguise the right signs.