half past one on the dancefloor and my thoughts have turned to murder total strangers feel my eyes burning into them they know that i wanna kill them cos i can t get over you and i can see them looking at you and i just can t can t get over you it hurts to see you dance so well quarter to two on the dancefloor but my feet won t dance no more i ve got no spirit for dancing since you walked right out the door now all my moves are flawed cos i can t get over you and i can see them dancing up to you and i just can t can t get over you it hurts to see you looking so fine it hurts to see you dance so well i remember the times that we kissed and the beats my heart missed but our feet never missed a beat when we were dancing cheek to cheek and you knew all the best moves and the funkiest grooves but you never knew how much i was in love with you and now it s two o clock on the dancefloor and i m going home i m going home i m going home alone
['brighton indie', 'candy pop']