| In a dance-hall one evening, where I ended up by chance
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| Attracted like a vulgar little moth by the Chinese lanterns
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| You were in your element, making a spectacle of yourself
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| I was there incognito and you did your number on me…
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| Oh, I would have happily thrown it all in, happily told you where to get off
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| You and your laminated tuxedo and your slicked-back blow-dry
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| But no, I cannot, (yes but no), very well dance without you
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| With all the others, with every step, each time I fell for it:
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| But with you, each time, with every step, each time I danced, and it was not
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| easily forgotten
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| You put your hands on my waist and suddenly
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| I felt my disdain evaporate almost with regret
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| It’s your ridiculous look that touched me I think
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| And my acid-like glance failed to have the «drop dead» effect!
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| I have my own ideas about love… and you don’t really fit in
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| But if I embrace your form I forget about the whys and the wherefores |