Liquor burns my tongue
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It stings to count to three and look to see a hand upon your waist
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But he holds you like he should
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Graceful, gliding, glimpse of lover's kiss
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Another round of ale, and I don't believe this
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[chorus]
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Movements of a demigod
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We're caught in a waltz and hope we dance forever
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A dream from which we'll never part
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And awake from your arms, I'd never, ever
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He whispers in your ear
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From what I see it turns you on
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Sends shivers down your back, like the violin runs
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Graceful, gliding, glimpse of lover's touch
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I can dance with my gloves on, I think this has gome far enough
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[chorus]
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Watch your steps and count to three (2x)
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Stare across the room with careful scurtiny
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Assess the situation
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Proof is what I need, to show that I'm a man
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I know just what I want, and have the liquid confidence to show her what I've got
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The man that never care, that never bottled up and hid from all the feelings that he had, and all the things he never did
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I stop my slurring speech and expect the best reply
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"Will you dance before the night ends, just one more time?"
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Adrenaline, the confirmation, losing to the charm
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In my arms
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[chorus]
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Dublin Waltz
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Monty Are I |