Last night, all alone in a bar room, met a girl with a drink in her hand.
And she had ruby red lips, cold black hair, and eyes that would tell any man.
Then she came and sat down at my table.
And as she placed her soft hands in mine, I found myself wanting to kiss her.
For temptation was flowing like wine.
And I was all alone.
Almost persuaded to strip myself of my pride.
Almost persuaded to push my conscience aside.
Then we danced and she whispered, I need you.
Take me away from here and be my man.
Then I looked into her eyes and I saw the reflection.
Of my wedding band.
And I was almost persuaded.
To let strange lips lead me on.
Almost persuaded.
Almost persuaded.
But your sweet love made me stop and go home.