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Smoking cigarettes more than I should My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good I would forget you if I only could I'd think about anything else Slow dancing 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 My feet were too drunk to keep stepping time* We held fast and we made it through fine Hell, ya smiled a lot, hell, ya smiled a lot* Chairs on the table, there mopping the floor We're still dancing just like before Ya held me tight, oh I held ya tight* Light from the disco ball surrounds us with stars I looked like trouble right from the start You told me so, hell, ya told me so Smoking cigarettes more than I should My hands won't stop shaking and that can't be good I would forget you if I only could I'd think about anything else That slow dance didn't last very long So now I guess we'll be moving on But it was nice, God damn it was nice. |