Till this evening at the Golden Apostle Hotel, Anton
Do they still serve truffles?
Not for years
My heart was set on them
I knew Claire
And in this place
I still recall
Her eager face
How each embrace
Would heat the air
Even now
Even then
I must have been something
I must have had something
Of course, I remember
I really was grand
She truly adored me
I must have been something, yes
Whenever she'd see me
She'd call me her panther
She melted like butter
At the touch of my hand
And she was like a wildcat
Sinking her teeth in my neck
Breaking her nails down my back
Telling me over and over again
What a fabulous lover I was
And I was
I know she felt something
Her voice seemed to tremble
While remembering when
Yes, after all these years
It could be I'll be something
I'm certain we'll have something
Again
