You touched my hand.

I'm not a fan.

You held a dance in your basement.

The mirror-ball,

The horse's stall.

There was no arrangement.

You're so thin,

Where've you been

I never got the chance to tell you,

Yes or No,

I let it go, too long

alright.

Ohhhhh...



Out and about with the Junior Panthers.

And now I'm riding on the back.

Looking over your shoulder,

so you'll know I'm there.

I forgot to signal right,

Now I'm running the red light.



What about your sister, I often miss her...

But I see her more than you.

Now I see you.

I don't see you at all in the mirror ball.

Ohhhhh