Last Dance

Dark sky makes a mirror of the windowpane
You pretend you’re looking out. I can see you looking in
Lights out, let the storm spin the weathervane
It’s a shame and a sin. Can we do it again?

Last dance – no more batteries for the radio
Last call – empty bottle of wine
Last chance to pretend you’re not pretending
And make believe you wish that you were mine

I try to help you get your dress and your story straight
Black coffee and a butterscotch drop.
Say you want to make it last but you just can’t wait
You could never lick a lollypop. (You) always got to chew it up.

Last dance – no more batteries for the radio
Last call – empty bottle of wine
Last chance to pretend you’re not pretending
And make believe you wish that you were mine

His trophy’s mounted in a frame, the happy couple, arm in arm
The groom is focused, but the blushing bride’s a blur
Kinda scared and scattered, but she never meant you any harm
You never could see eye to eye with her
I wonder why you try to lie to her

Last dance – no more batteries for the radio
Last call – empty bottle of wine
Last chance to pretend you’re not pretending
And make believe you wish that you were mine

Last dance – no more batteries for the radio
Last call – empty bottle of wine
Last chance to pretend you’re not pretending
And make believe you wish that you were mine
Make believe you wish that you were mine