Slow Dancing - Lucero

Smokin' 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

Don’t care what they have to say

Our feet were too drunk to keep step in time

But we held fast and we made it through fine

Hell, you smiled a lot

Chairs on tables;

they’re mopping the floors

But we were still dancing just like before

You held me tight

Light from the disco ball surrounds us with stars

And I looked like trouble right from the start

You told me so

That slow dance didn’t last very long

So now I guess I’ll be moving on

But it was nice

God damn, it was nice