Well I don't think that I know you I've never seen you here Before all though I could be wrong And though this music doesn't move me Thrill or even soothe me I think I might dance to just this one song
Is that your brother dancing with you? He's giving me some funny looks I though you said you were on your own Look, I know I'm no oil painting But my face doesn't need re-arranging And I'm quite attached to all my bones.
This isn't the way things were meant to be Now he's waiting outside with his mates for Me. 'thursday at the blue note'.
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