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