I noticed her when she was handing me my change; nine dollars, all in ones, I tucked away. As Scott the DJ cued Lee Dorsey, the girl I greeted at the door, she nicked me with a kind rejoinder.

The place was hoppin'. Everybody was steppin' off the street. At 2 AM she'd wrap up and resign. There'd be girls with strident style and Pony-stepping boys in argyle, but this brunette, she had no rival.

That summer night I noticed Colleen. (How would you let her know?) She didn't know me at all. She was from Sellwood, yeah, there's no denying. (How would you let her know?)

The night went by and I was dancing all alone, a dozen mental pictures in my mind. I'd step away to stalk the foyer — the coatcheck girl was a destroyer. Ticket in my hand, bop bop bah.

That summer night I noticed Colleen. (How would you let her know?) She didn't know me at all. That summer night I know she dimmed the bright tableau, blue eyes in lambent glow.