Smoking the cigarettes more than I should 
My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good 
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 [bad word] to keep step in time 
But we held fast and we made it just fine 
 [bad word] you smiled a lot you smile a lot 

Chairs on the tables they're mopping the floors 
We were still dancing just like before 
You held me tight you held me tight 

The light from the disco ball surrounds us with starrs 
And I looked like trouble right from the start 
You told me so [bad word] you told me so 

And that slow dance didn't last very long 
So now I guess I'll be moving on 
But it was nice 
God [bad word] it was nice