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I used to wonder what it would be like
Meeting you up at the school at midnight
I guess I was taken in by your femininity

And I never knew if you were checking me out
Or playing games with my teenage vanity
Looking back I was mesmerized, I was dumb

Oh every friday at the disco
I was waiting for the slow dance with you
And when monday mornings came at school my brain wasn't there

I was dancing a slow dance
A slow dance

I know life is to short to be stuck in the past

But a dreary old mind come to forget very fast
And an apple a day won't keep those doctors at bay, I can say

So I often look back and step into the years
Of my younger days and my teenage fears,
And the kisses we could've saved by the school gates

Oh every friday at the disco
I was waiting for the slow dance with you
And when monday mornings came at school my brain wasn't there

Oh every friday at the disco
I was waiting for the slow dance with you
And when monday mornings came at school my brain wasn't there

I was dancing a slow dance
The slow dance

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