Dancefloor Confessions

Three, two, one, let's go

Checked the lock three times before I hit the stairs Acting casual

like nobody's standing there You kept my paperback with all the corners

bent Left a half-drunk seltzer on the radiator vent (classic you,

yeah)

I said I was fine,

that was mostly polite Now the bassline is proving me wrong tonight

My sneakers are scuffed but my timing is clean

(tell me what you mean!)

I came to trade my bad habits for a better view Spend

twenty minutes thinking about someone new Give me the rhythm that doesn't

ask how I feel Just let the floor take the weight off

my heels

(take the weight off!)

Saw your cousin by the coats,

I didn't say a word Just gave that nod that says I

know what you heard I bought the cheap champagne that tastes like

aluminum foil Spilled three drops on my denim,

never gonna spoil (worth every cent,

haha) I swore I'd go home around twelve forty-five Now it's quarter

to two and I've never felt so alive Don't call it reckless,

it's just getting late

(clear the slate!)

I came to trade my bad habits for a better view Spend

twenty minutes thinking about someone new Give me the rhythm that doesn't

ask how I feel Just let the floor take the weight off

my heels (oh take it off!)

No heavy apologies, no midnight text

I don't need a forecast for whatever comes next Just keep the

tempo right here in the center Don't need a key to the

place where I enter

I came to trade my bad habits for a better view Spend

twenty minutes thinking about someone new Give me the rhythm that doesn't

ask how I feel Just let the floor take the weight off

my heels

(take the weight, take the weight off!) Yeah,

keep it moving right into the clear!

Leave the seltzer on the vent

I know where every dollar went (twenty minutes...

that's all it took,

bye!)