Old traditions they die hard
Some never go away~
A lot more they are with us still
How they decide to stay~
All around in life's shadows
We have met them over time~
Appearing where you would never guess
Their life style ever so divine~
The Casanova's of today
Ever smooth and ever nice~
Still they choose this way to go
Minds like magnets,hearts of ice~
Living every day as if in a dream
To them a dream come true~
Keeping notes along the way
Of everything they do~
Never seem to have one address
Living life just like a dance~
Dressing the part as if in a movie still
Playing the part as if within a trance~
Of true real love they'd not confess
In the better places to be found~
So polite in every way
Swiftly each day they cover ground~
A way of life for Casanova's of today
Not many know who they are it's true~
Not until they have been and gone
And by then the coop they flew~
Always living with such class
Worming their way into everywhere~
So much charisma and such gaul
Name a top club and they'll be there~
An old tradition it lives on
As ever in days of old~
Almost invisible in their way
So gently they remain so bold~
Among the curtains of life
The Casanova's lives today~
One can never ever predict at all
When one might come your way~