Dry Martini Lyrics

A single olive in your glass,

The way you move is liquid class.

Crystal clear, yet hard to read,

A quiet thrill, a subtle need.

You're my dry martini, sharp and clean,

A fragile world, caught in between.

With every sip, I fall, I see,

The perfect storm inside of me.

Your words cut like a twist of lime,

A touch of cold, a hint of time.

You leave a chill with every glance,

A fleeting taste, a second chance.

You're my dry martini, sharp and clean,

A fragile world, caught in between.

With every sip, I fall, I see,

The perfect storm inside of me.

Every drop, a piece of art,

A love distilled to break my heart.

We linger close, we drift apart,

A masterpiece of glass and dark.

The glass is empty, the night draws near,

But your essence lingers, crisp and clear.

A quiet ache, a memory seen,

Forever yours, my dry martini.