The Flying Stars Of Brooklyn, NY

Had to get this track up while it's still fresh on the mind, not that I'll ever forget the first time our eyes met. She/he/it was very drunk, and so was I.  Fumbling across the floor, arriving with half my drink I leaned in and asked for a dance. Naturally it said nothing. Perhaps was because it's a vinyl record. Or maybe I just didn't land the pick-up line. Like a real man though I knew it meant she wasn't keen and so I left. That's the last time I saw it. Not that I don't have a listen here and there.