Tekst
Well I've seen you wanderin'
To this dive with all your friends
Every weekend now for I don't know how long
And I've watched you through the haze
And the lights all up on the stage
And it thrills me every time you sing along
Well I tried to write a song that you could dance to
Trouble is I just want you to dance with me
And darling when you step out on that floor
I want to be right there beside you
When you climb into your bed
You know I want to be there too
I got a dollar for the jukebox
Let someone else sing a song
Can I have this dance and maybe the next one too
I'm not sure why you come back
I'm pretty sure it ain't my band
We try hard but we know we're no Rolling Stones
And even though I catch your eye
And a smile once in a while
It's too much to hope that's why you're at my show
Well I'm not the kind of guy that you were used to
But I'm hoping that you'll take a chance on me.
And darling when you step out on that floor
I want to be right there beside you
When you climb into your bed
You know I want to be there too
I got a dollar for the jukebox
Let someone else sing a song
Can I have this dance and maybe the next one too
I got a get across the ocean
Between the stage and that dance floor
I'm sending messages in bottles with every song
And I'm hoping that you'll find just one bottle and reply
Send your bottle back my way...
And I hope it says you feel the way that I do
And I hope it says you want to dance with me
And darling when you step out on that floor
I want to be right there beside you
When you climb into your bed
You know I want to be there too
I got a dollar for the jukebox
Let someone else sing a song
Can I have this dance and maybe the next one too