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

Ooh

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

Ooh