smoking the cigarettes more than I should
my hands wont stop shaking and that can't be good
but I wont forget you if I only could
think about anything else
slow dance at the end of the night
everyone's looking who cares if it's right
head on my chest, I held you so tight
I don't care what they have to say
I think we're to drunk to kept step in time
but we held fast and we made it through fine
hell you smiled a lot
hell you smiled a lot
chairs on the tables, there mopping the floor
were still dancing just like before
you held me tight
ah You held me tight
the light from the disco ball surrounds us in stars
and I look like trouble right from the start
you told me so
hell You told me so
smoking the cigarettes more than I should
my hands wont stop shacking and that can't be good
and I wont forget you, if I only could
think about anything else
the last slow dance didn't last very long
so now I guess we'll be moving on
well it was nice
god damn, it was nice