On a warm night in March on a dark disco floor
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I danced up a storm like I'd never before
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Every step in the book and then some that weren't listed
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For a song or two I felt nothing else existed
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Now if a dream curled at your feet
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You'd take it home and name it
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I'm struggling now to find something to blame it on strobing effects
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r perhaps it was that dress
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But my eye was captured by a beautiful actress
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Now the minutiae is still in my memory writ large
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As she danced nearer me with her coy entourage
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She tugged at the scarf round her neck it came loose
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She flung it and hung it from the disc jockey's booth
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But before I continue one moment's reprieve
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I grant you dear audience a chance to leave
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For my tale never ends in that it never started
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When the house lights came on I'd already departed
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No not one word was spoken nor a glance exchanged
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When the sun rose next morning the world hadn't changed
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See we only touched elbows was the plain naked truth
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And I can't even backup my story with proof
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We only touched elbows
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I felt our bones clunk together
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Then the moment was over in a falling feather
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An accident sure, but it happened I'll wrangle!
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Our elbows did touch our arms at right angles
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Now there's naught the nosey observer could've guessed
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But the rock and roll drummer inside of my chest
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Everyone's seen her films and now whisper her name
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That we only touched elbows is not such a shame
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Because the world's getting crowded and I can't see a lapse
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It's not about leaving spaces but filling the gaps
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We're all knocking and bumping strangers all the time
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Sometimes we don't notice, mostly we don't mind
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A foot brushes your ankle on a peak hour bus
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Someone's hand on the small of your back as they pass
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A shopkeepers fingers while handing your change
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Can lightly brush yours without feeling too strange
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But why I felt so alive I can't quite determine
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There could be a world to explain it in German
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Some take others home, waking up to regret it
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We only touched elbows and I'll never forget it
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Now the innocent DJ still spins his black moons
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And keeps us all moving with his faithful tunes
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The lights nod in sync they're mechanically powered
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We only touched elbows and I still haven't showered
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Elbows
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Darren Hanlon |