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Well they shouldn't have played that good,
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I got carried away and let the music,
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Go to my head.
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Well she shouldn't have worn that dress,
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The way it curled around when she was spinnin',
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Just killed me dead.
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My heart began to tell my body and my soul,
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That it had gotten in the mood to lose control.
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Oh no!
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When did neon light turn into moon glow?
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When did that jukebox turn into a rainbow?
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I'm about to give into this urge.
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Once more slow dance,
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With her arms around me,
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One more long glance,
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And nothing will slow down me,
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I've got no chance,
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If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.
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All I wanted to be was cool.
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It ain't my style to over heat,
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Much less burn.
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But as we floated across the floor,
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All at once I flashed right past the point,
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Of no return.
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And when we said goodnight,
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The sun was on the rise,
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And any stars that hadn't set,
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Had fallen in my eyes.
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Oh no!
|
When did neon light turn into moon glow?
|
When did that jukebox turn into a rainbow?
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I'm about to give into this urge.
|
Once more slow dance,
|
With her arms around me,
|
One more long glance,
|
And nothing will slow down me,
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I've got no chance,
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If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.
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(musical interlude)
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Once more slow dance,
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With her arms around me,
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One more long glance,
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And nothing will slow down me,
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I've got no chance,
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If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.
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oooohhhh
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If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.
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On The Verge
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| Collin Raye |
