Believe me

TastinGood · January 31st, 2002, 04:16 AM

She was in the middle of an empty dance floor wrapped up in a tall dark stranger's arms. They didn't see me slippin through the shadows and sit down at the end of the bar.

She was kissin' him all over the way she never kissed me. I knew it was her in a heartbeat but I knew it couldn't be.

She doesn't dance and she hates dark smokey places. She doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes or short sexy dresses. Her hair would be up the way that I love. Never so down and crazy. Believe me I know my baby and she doesn't dance.

The bartender said can you believe it...man some guys have all the luck. But in a cold old world so full of pain and heartache it's good to see somebody so in love.

When they walked out together I just sat there all alone. I thought God I hate that woman but I love the one at home.

Because she doesn't dance and she hates dark smokey places. She doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes or short sexy dresses. Her hair would be up the way that I love. Never so down and crazy. Believe me I know my baby and she doesn't dance.

It's like a bad movie that's lasted too long. It's all about her but it has To be wrong.

Because she doesn't dance and she hates dark smokey places. She doesn't own any fancy high heel shoes or short sexy dresses. Her hair would be up the way that I love. Never so down and crazy. Believe me I know my baby and she doesn't dance.

Believe me, she doesn't dance.

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[This message has been edited by TastinGood (edited January 30, 2002).]