Your eyes are talking to me from across the room,
got this feeling it'll end
all too soon, too soon
A cautious smile, a stolen glance
Something tells me this ain't romance, no no
You send these signals
Saying come get me
I'll take you back to mine
Where you'll have to wait and see
How this night ends
Do you get coffee?
Sort yourself out
And come get me
Empty bottles still in sight
Hazy memories of last night
Did I win, did I lose?
Ask myself, what did I choose
Again?
Chorus/Breakdown/Chorus
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