She saw him out of the corner of her eye,
so steady and sure –
black velvet pants
and black leather jacket too.
His eyes flashed dangerously
and he had a crooked Elvis smile.
Her heart melted the moment she saw him
and in her mind she thought about black velvet.
Her heart beat triple time,
as he left his car and walked on over.
An easy, carefree gait
and swept her off of her feet.
It turned into a whirlwind romance,
a passion that heated up real fast.
Their romance was like horses running wild,
nights of endless passion and desire.
Roman rockets filled the sky,
with a man that just made her weak.
Their kisses were like fire,
whipping up hot flames into the air,
smoldering embers far into the night.
Afterwards he’d hold her real tight
and whispered I love you in her ear.
He had a smooth southern style,
he spoke real slowly
and every word took her breath away.
Took her dancing to a wild Latin beat,
face to face, toe to toe
and that pulsating music reeling all about,
really made her sway.
Any time he’d leave she’d lay awake,
aching in the night
dreaming of black velvet
and his slow southern style.
The sun only shone,
when he’d return
and passion would take another turn.
For her it wasn’t easy,
lovin’ a man that spelled desire.
A man that every woman longed to have.
Black velvet so hard to tie down,
but oh, man when she’d look at him,
strutting down the street,
black felt hat tipped over one eye
and those deep soulful, smoldering looks.
So it came to be –
that one day her dreams shattered.
He went away but never came back,
leaving her heart in tatters.
She spent her days waiting and longing
and her nights dreaming of black velvet,
with a glass of southern comfort,
by her side.