Slow Dancing

Smoking the cigarettes more than I should

My hands won't stop shaking, and that can't be good

And I would forget you if only I could

Think about anything else

Slow dance at the end of the night

Everyone's looking, who cares if it's right?

Your head on my chest, I held you so tight

I don't care what they have to say

Our feet were too drunk to keep step in time

But we held fast, and we made it through fire

Hell, you smiled a lot

Hell, you smile a lot

Chairs on the tables, they're mopping the floors

We were still dancing just like before

You held me tight

Oh, you held me tight

The light from the disco ball surrounds us with stars

And I looked like trouble right from the start

You told me so

Hell, you told me so

Smoking the cigarettes more than I should

My hands won't stop shaking, and that can't be good

And I would forget you if only I could

Think about anything else

And that slow dance didn't last very long

So now I guess I'll be moving on

But it was nice

God-damn, it was nice