for a man I have much respect

When I think of you
I don't think of the finest wine or Zagets top ten restaurants,
I don't think of the connections you seem to have everywhere,
I don't think of extravagance, or affluence, or wearing the right shoes to impress...

I think of how you look so true back lit by street lamps, everything shines in the damp light. You, clutching a contraband bottle of sparkling water to your chest searching for any open bar on Fillmore to make a last stand, finishing strong then escaping home to turn the music way up and dance with me in your arms...

When I think of you I think in lyrics.