Till this evening at the Golden Apostle Hotel, Anton Do they still serve truffles? Not for years My heart was set on them I knew Claire And in this place I still recall Her eager face How each embrace Would heat the air Even now Even then I must have been something I must have had something Of course, I remember I really was grand She truly adored me I must have been something, yes Whenever she'd see me She'd call me her panther She melted like butter At the touch of my hand And she was like a wildcat Sinking her teeth in my neck Breaking her nails down my back Telling me over and over again What a fabulous lover I was And I was I know she felt something Her voice seemed to tremble While remembering when Yes, after all these years It could be I'll be something I'm certain we'll have something Again