| Liquor burns my tongue
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| It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist
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| But he holds you like he should
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| Graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover’s kiss
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| Another round of ale, an I don’t believe this
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| Movements of a demigod
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| We’re caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever
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| A dream from which we’ll never part
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| And awake from your arms, I’d never, ever
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| He whispers in your ear
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| From what it seems it turns you on
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| Sends shivers down your back, like the violin runs
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| Graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover’s touch
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| I can dance with my gloves on, I think this has gome far enough
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| Watch your steps and count to three
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| Stare across the room with careful scurtiny
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| Assess the situation
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| Proof is what I need, to show that I’m a man
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| I know just what I want, and have the liquid confidence to show her what I’ve
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| got
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| The man that never care, that never bottled up and hid from all the feelings
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| that he had, and all the
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| Things he never did
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| I stop my slurring speech and expect the best reply
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| «Will you dance before the night ends, just one more time? |
| «Adrenaline, the confirmation, losing to the charm… In my arms |