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Romance is Dead
02:57
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Romance is Dead
Their eyes they met outside the toilet near a crowded dancefloor
She told him, no, in fact, she’d never really been here before
She’d been looking for her friend in a corner unexplored
He’d been going for a wander he was basically bored
A pair of bar crossed lovers
Don’t tell me Romance is Dead
The sound of Britney filled the room as they enjoyed their first kiss
And you could see that pretty soon it would be her place or his
He told her that his name was Darren she said her name was Liz
He took her bag and held her coat because she needed a piss
He picked up all the cab fare
Don’t tell me Romance is Dead
And if Romeo were here instead of knocking round Verona
He’d be in for a shock
He’d stand there fingering the lime stuck in his bottle of Corona
Til it went 3 o clock.
He made a brew and moved some clothes so she was able to sit
And the he slid up right beside her and they kissed for a bit
But when they moved into the bathroom’s when they got down to it
She even let him takes some pictures coz she thought he was fit
He only showed his brother
Don’t tell me Romance is Dead.
And if Romeo were here instead of knocking round Verona
He’d be in for a shock
He’d stand there fingering the lime stuck in the top of his Corona
Til it went 3 o clock.
Their eyes they met outside the toilet near a crowded dancefloor
She told him, no, in fact, she’d never really been here before
She’d been looking for her friend in a corner unexplored
He’d been going for a wander he was basically bored
A pair of bar crossed lovers
Don’t tell me Romance is Dead
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The Dance
04:03
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THE DANCE
We took the dance floor when we met
Our bodies close, our feet in step
As the band began to play its set
I believe we danced the tango
We moved in time to every note
Assisted (maybe kept afloat)
By vodka smuggled in my coat
Laced with passion fruit and mango
You whispered softly in my ear
Do you think we’re gonna make it to the end?
Our bodies tired, the tempo dropped
The rhythm died, the music stopped
Oh Maestro, take it from the top
We need to dance again
I guessed (though I was never told)
You were falling from another’s hold
Your body warm, your eyes were cold
But you welcomed my advances
For strangers true we danced so well
And quickly to my arms you fell
I didn’t ask, you didn’t tell
Of other men and other dances
You whispered softly in my ear
Do you think we’re gonna make it to the end?
Our bodies tired, the tempo dropped
The rhythm died, the music stopped
Well you collapsed, I fell on top
We cannot dance again
You asked if I might take you home
You didn’t wish to walk alone
My hand was cold, your body warm beside me
You grabbed my buckle with a grin
Unlocked the door and pulled me in
I’m guessing you were hoping
We might just dance again
We kissed before the sun had set
My lips were dry, your mouth was wet
The smoke curled from my cigarette
When our bodies were untangled
Your eyes were fixed the other way
As you asked politely if I’d stay
You knew that I would walk away
From the way my feet were angled
You whispered softly in my ear
I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the end
Our bodies tired, the tempo dropped
The rhythm died, the music stopped
I tied my lace, you fixed your top
We’ll never dance again
You whispered softly in my ear
I don’t think we’re gonna make it to the end
Our bodies tired, the tempo dropped
The rhythm died, the music stopped
I didn’t turn, you didn’t watch
We’ll never dance again
The rhythm died, the music stopped
We’ll never dance again
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