Dance, Dance, Dance

Having trouble telling
How I feel
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you
How I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance

So when trip on my feet
Look at the beat
It was all
Written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
It was all
Written in the air

Oh dance
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do

Easy conversations,
There's no such thing
Oh, I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie
'Cause in reality, aye
I'm shy shy shy

When I trip on my feet
Look at the ground
The words are
Written in the dust
Well I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are
Written in the air

Oh dance
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Now words can never make up for what you do

Like a friend

Don't bother saying you're sorry, why don't you come in and smoke all my cigarettes again? Every time I get no further, how long has it been? Come on in now, wipe your feet on my dreams. You take up my time like some cheap magazine when I could have been learning something, you know what I mean.

I've done this before and I will do it again. Come on and kill me baby while you smile like a friend and I'll come running just to do it again.

You are the last drink I never should have drunk.

You are the body hidden in the trunk.

You are the habit I can't seem to kick.

You are my secrets on the front page every week.

You are the car I never should have bought.

You are the dream I never should have caught.

You are the cut that makes me hide my face.

You are the party that makes me feel my age.

Like a car crash I can see but I just can't avoid.

Like a plane I've been told I never should board.

Like a film that's so bad but I've got to stay till the end.

Let me tell you now: it's lucky for you that we're friends.

The White Stripes - I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself

She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway.
He was covered in scars and full of heroin and everyone said from the start, not one single thing could ever be okay.
She didn't listen anyway, she just opened her heart and threw her cares away.
At night they held on so tight in the dark, he brushed her hair away.
She heard him say: "All my life I've been fighting and making the best of a very bad lot indeed..."

She said: "All your fighting got you nowhere if nowhere's here with you on my skin. And you could fight forever but if you killed them all you'd never win. So give me your surrender, there are other ways to kill the pain, that stuff will never mend you, it's like trying to dry your eyes in the pouring rain"

She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway. All covered in scars and full of heroin. tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway...