Smokes And Whiskey

Nights and youth

With no care for no truth

Looking for some love 

With no care for above

In places of purple smoke

With some whiskey to soak

In their sorrows and joys

Young girls and young boys

Shimmering glasses in hand

And some glances and pretend

The Jazz in the air

The smells that we share

Just the question in everyone's mind

Are we tonight in the mood for love.