I hold on so nervously to me and my drinkI wish it was coolin' meBut so far has not been good, it's been shittyAnd I feel awkward as I shouldThis club has got to be the most pretentious thingSince I thought of you and me
Well, I am imagining a dark-lit placeOr your place, or my place
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by youI wanna make you move because you're standing stillIf your body matches what your eyes can doYou'll probably move right through me on my way to you
I hold out for one more drink before I thinkI'm lookin' too desperatelyBut so far has not been fun, I should just stay homeIf one thing really means oneThis club will hopefully (will hopefully) be closed in three weeks (three weeks)That would be cool with me
Well, I'm still imagining a dark-lit placeOr your place, or my place
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by youI wanna make you move because you're standing stillIf your body matches what your eyes can doYou'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by youI wanna make you move because you're standing stillIf your body matches what your eyes can doYou'll probably move right through me on my way to you
Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by youI wanna make you move because you're standing stillIf your body matches what your eyes can doYou'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
You'll probably move right through me on my way to you
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