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Moves
Here comes the glare
Here comes the glare
I cannot see, I cannot see
When you appear, you dazzle
Poor me, pity on me
Why don't I know
How to make those moves?
I picked your face
From a thousand smiles
And now the knees
They start to shake
And all the people
Take a look
And once again
I'm thinking
Poor me, pitiful me
Why don't I know
How to make those moves?
I picked your face
From a thousand smiles
And stand there vacant
Rooted to the stupid floor
And too scared to think
Get out the door
Water, running down my back
Is this what it's like
Before the soldiers attach?
I'm gonna sharpen up my act
I'm gonna get ya
Poor me, pity for me
Why don't I know
How to make those moves?
I picked your face
From a thousand smiles
Trying to be the invisible man
And so scared, in case you don't see who I am
I don't want the label of an also ran
I wanna be the guy
With the flowers
And the champagne
Other guys run around
They pick and choose
I choose you
And I don't want to lose
I want you
To alleviate my blues
Just as long as you talk to me
Just as long as you talk to me
Poor me, pity on me
Why don't I know
How to make those moves?
I picked your face
From a thousand smiles
Why don't I know how to make you mine?
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Why don't I know how to make you mine?
From a thousand smiles
I picked your face
How to make those moves?
Why don't I know
Poor me, pity on me
Just as long as you talk to me
Just as long as you talk to me
To alleviate my blues
I want you
And I don't want to lose
I choose you
They pick and choose
Other guys run around
And the champagne
With the flowers
I wanna be the guy
I don't want the label of an also ran
And so scared, in case you don't see who I am
Trying to be the invisible man
From a thousand smiles
I picked your face
How to make those moves?
Why don't I know
Poor me, pity for me
I'm gonna get ya
I'm gonna sharpen up my act
Before the soldiers attach?
Is this what it's like
Water, running down my back
Get out the door
And too scared to think
Rooted to the stupid floor
And stand there vacant
From a thousand smiles
I picked your face
How to make those moves?
Why don't I know
Poor me, pitiful me
I'm thinking
And once again
Take a look
And all the people
They start to shake
And now the knees
From a thousand smiles
I picked your face
How to make those moves?
Why don't I know
Poor me, pity on me
When you appear, you dazzle
I cannot see, I cannot see
Here comes the glare
Here comes the glare
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