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everything was low . . .
the night was filled with darkness
the light was dim and spark-less
until I saw his eyes .
and while we danced . . .
. . . my heart fell . . .
. . . into his hands .

what a vulnerable place to be
i can only speak for me
but around words we danced .
funny how hearts can land in someone else's plans
i hope he doesn't wash his hands
hope he doesn't wash his hands
hope he doesn't wash his hands clean . . .
. . . of me .

it happened in an instant .
now everything is different .
we danced in laments . . .
he tangoed all of my elements .
everything was in tune . . .
the way you'd want it to be
like in a Movie Scene
"Take my hand. . . May I have the last Dance?"
. . . pulled me in a glance . . .
loverman .
romance .

what a vulnerable place to be
i can only speak for me
but around words we danced .
funny how hearts can land in someone else's plans
i hope he doesn't wash his hands
hope he doesn't wash his hands
hope he doesn't wash his hands clean . . .
. . . don't leave . . .

how could I say "No"?
. . . to diss him would be heart-less .
his tone was so inviting
. . . and besides . . .
. . . i'm dancing with his eyes . . .

what a vulnerable place to be
i can only speak for me
but around words we danced .
funny how hearts can land in someone else's plans
i hope he doesn't wash his hands
hope he doesn't wash his hands
hope he doesn't wash his hands clean . . .
. . . of me .