Lover of song

Since nine o'clock she is sitting there.
Taking a dry martine expected someone does not know.
With so much beauty has attracted much attention.
Already made to realize that she is a lover of song.
When she head down the long hair covering his long face.
Her honey-colored eyes match the color of the dress.
The gentlemen beside offered her flowers.
Spoke anything but chat stopped there.

The guitar solos look in our direction.
Short with a smile and a gesture of confirmation.
It is targeted by the looks but she knows she is beautiful.
Want to guess what her favorite song.