I met a looker at the liquor store
He works the counter, in the eve
First time I saw him, well he looked so good
I didn't wanna leave

He didn't notice me too much at first
But then I guess he never will
Makes me so nervous I can't find my purse
And I drop my dollar bill

I took my whiskey to the checkout stand
He rang it up and it was bagged
He must be 20 years my junior, now
And I hope my jaw don't sag

He may have given me a wink or two
But then I really can't be sure
But he's the only guy here recently
That makes my cocktail stirrrrrrrrrrr

So here's a toast to innocence
A glass raised to desire
Cause when I'm feeling emptiness
I need a little fire

He's tall with dark hair and it's kind of long
And when I see him I feel shy
I would have liked to ask a thing or two
But I didn't want to pry

But boy, the years sure have been good to him
And he has shining eyes of blue
But in those eyes I can't decipher what
May be his attitude

I see him sometimes in the liquor store
And really hope he's doing well
His very presence there is heavenly
And the world don't seem like hell

So here's a toast to innocence
A glass raised to desire
Cause everyone has felt some emptiness
And everyone needs fire

So here's a toast to innocence
And here's a toast to time
I'm living with my fantasies
Another old age sign?

Bacardi's empty and I'm running out
I think I'll stop by there today
I hope he's working and I see him look
As I go to drive away

Just for a moment I'm a real young thing
And feel that old exciting pain
I'll dream about him when I get back home
And listen to the rain