You Look Better on the Dancefloor

Jonason

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Jonason

disco-pop, French-house, heavy metal

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You said you don't dance.

That's getting hard to believe.

You've been fixing your hair in the back of a spoon,
Saying, "One more drink, then I'm leaving soon."
Got your coat on your knee, got your eyes on the door,
Then your foot starts doing what you came here for.

You put your glass down halfway through,
Like the bass just said something rude to you.
Now you're out of your chair with a look on your face.
Oh, somebody's putting this room in its place.

There goes the coat.
There goes the pose.
There goes the person
Who wanted to go.

You catch me looking.
I don't look away.
You mouth, "What?"
What can I say?

You look better on the dancefloor,
When you stop checking the door.
When you laugh and miss a step,
Then come back asking for more.

You look better on the dancefloor.
Now I can't remember who
I was trying to impress
Before I started watching you.

More of that.
Less of leaving.
There you go.
That's the feeling.

You look better on the dancefloor.
Come a little closer.
Give me more.

You've got one good move and a dangerous spin,
Nearly took out a waiter, then you reeled him in.
He did half a turn with a tray held high.
You bowed like the whole thing was choreographed. Nice.

Now your hair's gone wrong and you couldn't care less.
You've forgotten whatever was wrong with your dress.
And that laugh you've been hiding behind your hand?
It's the loudest thing here when they cut the band.

There goes the coat.
There goes the pose.
There goes the person
Who wanted to go.

You catch me looking.
I don't look away.
You mouth, "What?"
What can I say?

You look better on the dancefloor,
When you stop checking the door.
When you laugh and miss a step,
Then come back asking for more.

You look better on the dancefloor.
Now I can't remember who
I was trying to impress
Before I started watching you.

More of that.
Less of leaving.
There you go.
That's the feeling.

You look better on the dancefloor.
Come a little closer.
Give me more.

You lean in close.
"Better than what?"
I lose that clever mouth I've got.

"Than when you looked
Like you might disappear."
You take my hand.
"Then get over here."

I say, "I don't dance."
You say, "Neither do I."
Then you pull me in
With that look in your eye.

One bad turn.
Two left feet.
Now who's making
A scene of me?

We look better on the dancefloor,
And we've stopped checking the door.
We can laugh and miss a step,
Then come back asking for more.

We look better on the dancefloor.
Let them look. I hope they do.
I've forgotten being clever.
I'm too busy here with you.

More of that.
Less of leaving.
There we go.
That's the feeling.

One more song.
Keep me here.
Say it louder.
Come in near.

We look better on the dancefloor.
Come a little closer.
Give me more.

Still leaving soon?

Didn't think so.

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You said you don't dance. That's getting hard to believe. You've been fixing your hair in the back of a spoon, Saying, "One more drink, then I'm leaving soon." Got your coat on your knee, got your eyes on the door, Then your foot starts doing what you came here for. You put your glass down halfway through, Like the bass just said something rude to you. Now you're out of your chair with a look on your face. Oh, somebody's putting this room in its place. There goes the coat. There goes the pose. There goes the person Who wanted to go. You catch me looking. I don't look away. You mouth, "What?" What can I say? You look better on the dancefloor, When you stop checking the door. When you laugh and miss a step, Then come back asking for more. You look better on the dancefloor. Now I can't remember who I was trying to impress Before I started watching you. More of that. Less of leaving. There you go. That's the feeling. You look better on the dancefloor. Come a little closer. Give me more. You've got one good move and a dangerous spin, Nearly took out a waiter, then you reeled him in. He did half a turn with a tray held high. You bowed like the whole thing was choreographed. Nice. Now your hair's gone wrong and you couldn't care less. You've forgotten whatever was wrong with your dress. And that laugh you've been hiding behind your hand? It's the loudest thing here when they cut the band. There goes the coat. There goes the pose. There goes the person Who wanted to go. You catch me looking. I don't look away. You mouth, "What?" What can I say? You look better on the dancefloor, When you stop checking the door. When you laugh and miss a step, Then come back asking for more. You look better on the dancefloor. Now I can't remember who I was trying to impress Before I started watching you. More of that. Less of leaving. There you go. That's the feeling. You look better on the dancefloor. Come a little closer. Give me more. You lean in close. "Better than what?" I lose that clever mouth I've got. "Than when you looked Like you might disappear." You take my hand. "Then get over here." I say, "I don't dance." You say, "Neither do I." Then you pull me in With that look in your eye. One bad turn. Two left feet. Now who's making A scene of me? We look better on the dancefloor, And we've stopped checking the door. We can laugh and miss a step, Then come back asking for more. We look better on the dancefloor. Let them look. I hope they do. I've forgotten being clever. I'm too busy here with you. More of that. Less of leaving. There we go. That's the feeling. One more song. Keep me here. Say it louder. Come in near. We look better on the dancefloor. Come a little closer. Give me more. Still leaving soon? Didn't think so.

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