This is Not a Movie

How dare you look at me as if we'd met before

Charming your way, you led me into the dance floor

I know I shouldn't have let you in

But your touch said things that my mind had forgotten

And your smile showed me back home

If this was a story, it would be a best-selling novel

A tragic, romantic comedy with our faces on the cover

And if this was a movie, you'd be standing outside my door

Holding up a sign that says, babe, I love you more

But this is not a movie, there's no script or happy ending

We might never meet again, was it all in vain?

Mmm

How dare you holding me like you've held me before

Charming your way, you led me into your bedroom door

This is not a movie, there's no script or happy ending

We might never meet again, can we never meet again?