| Her smile was an invitation
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| To start a conversation
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| So I moved in closer wearing
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| Too much cologne
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| I asked her if she came here often
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| If she might like a drink
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| Said I think we should find some place where
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| We can be alone
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| She said, «I must be going»
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| So I grabbed her by the wrist
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| I said, «what's the girl like you doing
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| Alone in a place like this?»
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| I desired her attention
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| So I decided I should mention
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| If she felt like dancing
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| Well, there was room on the floor
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| I said, «let's spend some time together
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| Let’s get to know each other»
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| I felt like maybe
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| We’ve met some place before
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| A more fabulous dancer
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| Did not exist
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| So I asked her what she’s doing
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| Alone in a place like this
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| I longed for a connection
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| I spun her in all directions
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| Feeling light on her feet
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| Is what she enjoys the most
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| While admiring her complexion
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| I came across my lonely reflection
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| And I realized that I have been dancing
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| Not with a woman, but with a ghost
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| So I pulled myself together
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| Hoping no-one noticed
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| What’s a guy like me doing dancing
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| Alone in a place like this
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| Alone in a place like this
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| Alone in a place like this |