I hold on so nervously to me and my drink I wish it was coolin' me But so far has not been good It's been shitty, and I feel awkward as I should This club has got to be the most pretentious thing Since I thought you and me Well, I am imagining a dark lit place Or your place, or my place Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move, because you're standin' sti-i-ill If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you I hold out for one more drink, before I think I'm lookin' too desperately But so far has not been fun; I should just stay home If one thing really means one This club will hopefully (will hopefully) Be closed in three weeks (three weeks) That would be cool with me Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place Or your place, or my place Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move, because you're standin' sti-i-ill If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move, because you're standin' sti-i-ill If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you Not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you I wanna make you move, because you're standin' sti-i-ill If your body matches what your eyes can do You'll probably move right through me on my way to you (you, you...) You'll probably move right through me on my way to you (you, you...) You'll probably move right through me on my way to you!