I hold on so nervously
 To me and my drink
 I wish it was cooling me
 But so far, has not been good
 It’s been shitty
 And I feel awkward, as I should
 This club has got to be
 The most pretentious thing
 Since I thought you and me
 Well I am imagining
 A dark lit place
 Or your place or my place

 Well I’m not paralyzed
 But, I seem to be struck by you
 I want to make you move
 Because you’re standing still
 If your body matches
 What your eyes can do
 You’ll probably move right through
 Me on my way to you

 I hold out for one more drink
 Before I think
 I’m looking too desperately
 But so far has not been fun
 I should just stay home
 If one thing really means one
 This club will hopefully
 Be closed in three weeks
 That would be cool with me
 Well I’m still imagining
 A dark lit place
 Or your place or my place

 Well, I’m not paralyzed
 But, I seem to be struck by you
 I want to make you move
 Because you’re standing still
 If your body matches
 What your eyes can do
 You’ll probably move right through
 Me on my way to you

 Well, I’m not paralyzed
 But, I seem to be struck by you
 I want to make you move
 Because you’re standing still
 If your body matches
 What your eyes can do
 You’ll probably move right through
 Me on my way to you

 I’m not paralyzed
 But, I seem to be struck by you
 I want to make you move
 Because you’re standing still
 If your body matches
 What your eyes can do
 You’ll probably move right through
 Me on my way to you

 You’ll probably move right through
 Me on my way to you

 You’ll probably move right through
 Me on my way to you