Clown-like smile on my face
You know I heard you like the chase
Dancing softly next to your side
Your heavenly fingers soon touch mine
Up, up, up the elevator
Pressing on all the room floor numbers
Wherever it takes us, wherever it is
It doesn’t matter; after I leave its like what happened we never did

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