As written by John Shine:

I guess it's been at least an hour, though I didn't plan to stay.
I only dropped in here to drown in beer and float off alone on my way.
I spied a pale and sorta plain girl in the corner sipping wine,
And when I did not sit down at her table, she sat with me at mine.

Now I was rather nervous and perhaps a trifle shy,
But still I will be friendly even if I have to try.
And so I called the waiter and he brought another round,
And somewhere near the end of it, I looked at her and found...

CHORUS: She's looking better and better and better every beer.
Her hair is soft and shiny now. Her eyes are bright and clear.
I could go home to snooze or watch the news, but something keeps me here.
She's looking better every beer.

Now that the bar lights and the candles throw some color on her chin,
And two by two, the people leave who one by one came in,
The jukebox plays and the butt-filled ashtrays mark the time that flies,
And every time I drain my mug, I can't believe my eyes.

CHORUS: She's looking better and better and better every beer.
Her hair is soft and shiny now. Her eyes are bright and clear.
There was a part of me too blind to see what beauty was so near,
But she's looking better every beer.

I know that beauty is just a thing of taste, and love still needs a lie,
And first impressions often last and sometimes never die,
And so I'm not so sure the cure ain't worse than the disease,
But where's a man to put his faith if not in what he sees?

CHORUS: And she's looking better and better and better every beer.
Her hair is soft and shiny now. Her eyes are bright and clear.
I don't believe I didn't notice that when I first came in here.
She's looking better every beer.