I hold on so nervously 
To me and my drink 
I wish it was cooling me 
But so far, has not been good 
It’s been [bad word] 
And I feel awkward, as I should 
This club has got to be 
The most pretentious thing 
Since I thought you and me 
Well I am imagining 
dark lit place 
Or your place or my place 

Well I’m not paralyzed 
But, I seem to be [bad word] by you 
I want to make you move 
Because you’re standing still 
If your body matches 
What your eyes can do 
You’ll probably move right through 
Me on my way to you 

I hold out for one more drink 
Before I think 
I’m looking too desperately 
But so far has not been fun 
I should just stay home 
If one thing really means one 
This club will hopefully 
Be closed in three weeks 
That would be cool with me 
Well I’m still imagining 
dark lit place 
Or your place or my place 

Well, I’m not paralyzed 
But, I seem to be [bad word] by you 
I want to make you move 
Because you’re standing still 
If your body matches 
What your eyes can do 
You’ll probably move right through 
Me on my way to you 

We’ll, I’m not paralyzed 
But, I seem to be [bad word] by you 
I want to make you move 
Because you’re standing still 
If your body matches 
What your eyes can do 
You’ll probably move right through 
Me on my way to you 

I’m not paralyzed 
But, I seem to be [bad word] by you 
I want to make you move 
Because you’re standing still 
If your body matches 
What your eyes can do 
You’ll probably move right through 
Me on my way to you 

You’ll probably move right through 
Me on my way to you 

You’ll probably move right through 
Me on my way to you