Dublin Waltz - Monty Are I

Liquor burns my tongue

It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist

But he holds you like he should

Graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover’s kiss

Another round of ale, an I don’t believe this

Movements of a demigod

We’re caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever

A dream from which we’ll never part

And awake from your arms, I’d never, ever

He whispers in your ear

From what it seems it turns you on

Sends shivers down your back, like the violin runs

Graceful, gliding, glimpse of a lover’s touch

I can dance with my gloves on, I think this has gome far enough

Watch your steps and count to three

Stare across the room with careful scurtiny

Assess the situation

Proof is what I need, to show that I’m a man

I know just what I want, and have the liquid confidence to show her what I’ve

got

The man that never care, that never bottled up and hid from all the feelings

that he had, and all the

Things he never did

I stop my slurring speech and expect the best reply

«Will you dance before the night ends, just one more time?

«Adrenaline, the confirmation, losing to the charm… In my arms