Blue Receipt Dance

(ooh-ooh, yeah)

Knock on the wood,

or let it slide You're dancing alone on the other side No

cameras on, you move so free The plus-one who became the point

to me

(Oh, we build this up,

we tear it down)

I'm staring at your number on the brass plate

Holding a blue receipt from the corner store

Two cheap sodas, it was supposed to be a warm-up date

Now I'm standing outside your apartment door

My fingers hover, ready to tap

Hearing the beat of your favorite track through the wall (here we

go)

Knock on the wood,

or let it slide You're dancing alone on the other side No

cameras on, you move so free The plus-one who became the point

to me

(Oh, we build this up,

we tear it down)

Just a blue paper

slip in my palm But everything's changed,

the hallway is calm

I'm gonna knock,

I'm gonna walk in

No cameras on... Just you and me.