dance little girl, dance

i hate you and how good you feel,
how everytime i'm with you it plays out in my head
like the best scene in any movie;
as long as the alcohols helping us out.

but shove us together monday morning
and where's the chemistry then?
and everytime i say i'm never gonna do it again.

i'm afraid to speak,
i might find out you don't remember my name,
and half the fun is dreaming,
it's all you think about.

but the way you walk,
and the indifference in your eyes,
makes me wish that i could be something special.

that when I walked, you'd turn to look
and when I talked, you'd not only listen
but you'd want to know more.

i wish i tasted as good to you straight
as i do to you with your two finger tequila.