In a dance-hall one evening, where I ended up by chance

Attracted like a vulgar little moth by the Chinese lanterns

You were in your element, making a spectacle of yourself

I was there incognito and you did your number on me...

CHORUS

Oh, I would have happily thrown it all in, happily told you where to get off

You and your laminated tuxedo and your slicked-back blow-dry

But no, I cannot, (yes but no), very well dance without you

With all the others, with every step, each time I fell for it:

But with you, each time, with every step, each time I danced, and it was not easily forgotten

You put your hands on my waist and suddenly

I felt my disdain evaporate almost with regret

It’s your ridiculous look that touched me I think

And my acid-like glance failed to have the "drop dead" effect!

CHORUS

I have my own ideas about love…and you don’t really fit in

But if I embrace your form I forget about the whys and the wherefores