Moving [bad word] so slow
I can't take my eyes off you
There's too many hands to keep my eyes on
Looking towards the light
Look a little tongue-tied
Sounds a little cross-eyed

The fast approaching midnight
We're locked out
We're fast approaching midnight

So, you know take a little me
And I take a little you
We're all part of the century

Hold me down now, hold me down
bitter disappointment
I was restless, I was restless
You're winning me over, You're winning me over
Can't take my eyes off you
There's too many hands to keep my eye on

The fast approaching midnight
We're locked out
We're fast approaching midnight

So, you know take a little me
And I take a little you
We're all part of the century