Eleanor

Hotel bar, two hours past nine
There's a band on-stage, till closing time
There's a drummer keeping score, and a bassist getting high
But I see the singer, and I lose my mind
She looks like Holly and sings like Ella
Her hair in a chignon, and a voice like velvet
Bartender, I'll take another Jack on the Rocks
Keep 'em coming, I want to see if she knows my favorite song

The way her hips move on-stage
I think I've seen her before
Oh, what kind of spell have you put on me
Eleanor

She lights up a smoke-filled room with a flick of her tongue
I fix my tie, she winks at me, and my heart is sprung
Out of 20-something strangers, she's focusing her gaze on me
In my mind, I'm doing my best impression of Dean
The aura of a goddess, she wails and screams and croons
The rest of the band fades into her voice, it's only me and her in the room
Her evening gown shines like 500 diamonds
I check my ice, I still got time for any surprises

The way her hips move on-stage
I'm sure I've seen her before
Oh, what kind of spell have you put on me
Eleanor

Now I'm back in my room, face down on the bed
Still, in my tie, Jack swimming in my head
I sway my skull thinking back to her encore
Just then I get an idea, jump to my feet, and put leather to floor
I burst in the ballroom but the lights are all off
The chairs are stacked, the plates are clean, and the windows are locked
The guitars are all packed up, the band is all gone
The concert is over, but her song carries on

The way her hips moved on-stage
I know I've seen her before
Oh, what kind of spell have you put on me
Eleanor