It's only been one drink but girl...you look GOOD already. I've seen the way you look at me over your Margarita...and even though your friends have come over to me and told me to leave you the !@#$% alone and stop trying to freak you on the dance floor, I know a look of desire when I see one. The way your eyes slant and give that intense look...some may call it a glare, but girl, I call it a beckoning. Now, you, my sweet little...um...thang?...take this letter as a beckoning TO ME...Even though this is written on a napkin, consider it you're one way ticket to this Mass of Bass.
Much mad lovin'-
-Lance
but robin, the humor's this way!
