Am     F     C      G 
I dance the same dance  
Am     F     C      G 
I've danced since I was 16 old 
Am     F     C      G 
Arms a flailing and a smile on my face. 


I say: ' This disco's a meat market 

It's all round and fractured 

Would you like to go somewhere more slow?' 


She pulled shapes like she knew every word in every song 

Animated to punk songs I thought I'd left long ago 

Space between my body and yours 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


See this place had died. 

It's like I step back in time. 

After drinker's aren't legal and my feet stick to the floor. 


She smiles. 

She smiles and flatters, says: 

'I know it's cheap' 

'You have to laugh every time you didn't though the door.' 


It's back to our feet for some favourite tunes 

Same old record from some semi broken boy 

And this stud starts singing, says: 

'How we end up like this?' 

'We started like we started, though it started with a kiss.' 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


Laugh the same laugh you did when you were 18 old 

Full body, fill figure, full soul 

Laugh at kids is they bounce off the wall 

So say:  

Thank god, we weren't that cool when we were in school. 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


You ask yourself: 

'What am I doing here?' 

'How did you even get here?' 


I dance the same dance  

I've danced since I was 16 old 

Arms a flailing and a smile on my face.