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 sh**ty, 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 a dark lit place Or your place, or my place Well I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck 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 a dark lit place Or your place, or my place Well I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck 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 Well I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck 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 Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck 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