When we're sitting all alone,
The lights are dim.
Our two glasses filled to the rim.
Sitting on top of a round table; blanketed by a white tablecloth
With scattered glittery red hearts,
You look at me.
And you say,
Gently taking my hand
Let's dance.
Let's feel that sudden romance.
That gave us both the feeling it's time to take a chance.
Before I know it I'm in your arms.
Feeling that loving charm,
Feeling your hot breath against me,
You spin me.
Even though the dance floor is crowded,
It's just you and I on the floor,
As we dance.
Feeling that romance,
That gave us both the feeling it's time to take a chance.
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