Hat check girl

It's quarter to three, it's time to go I made my way down the velvet stairs
Bleary eyed, I fumbled for my ticket and gave it to the hat check girl

I looked in her eyes (her eyes)
Was I attracted to her, oh my oh my (oh my!)
She had the biggest pair of blue-grey eyes my eyes had ever feasted
But I guess it's time to hit the road

Last taxi went hours ago
I had far to go, I was feeling low
When all at once up on the sidewalk
I saw her standing at her front door

''Won't you come in?'' she said
''I'll fix a drink and you can call for a cab from here.'' (My luck was changing!)
The attraction was as instant as her coffee
In the apartment of the hat check girl

She said, ''I'm not that kind of girl,
But it's a dull old world; my real name's Reginald!''
Then all at once he turned the light out
I sobered up and then I cried out!

It's quarter to four
I ran right down the stairs and out of the door (So long!)
I mislaid my hat in the confusion
I left it with the hat check girl (Oh yeah)
Left it with the hat check girl
(You better believe it!)
Left it with the hat check
Hat check
Hat check girl

It's quarter to four