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