Two hands, but never one to hold Oh well, see you in the fold for drinks, Your pitcher on the bathroom sink Tuesday, cool you didn't call With my luck I'll see you at the show and freak Whatever, I don't care at all I lost your number in the breeze 'Cause I got so high Always want it but I don't know why Nobody wants to dance with you now Broken feet for two, so blue and shy
Black boots dancing through the glass Screws loose, spilling drinks all over my pants We're only talking medals and can'ts Okay, got another boy Backroom, the mirror, it breaks all over the floor The stereo plays old Husker Du See I lost you in the street 'Cause I got so high I never want you to, don't say it bye Nobody wants to dance with you now Broken feet for two, so blue and shy So blue, hah!
Lost your number in the breeze 'Cause I got so high I always want it but I don't know why Nobody wants to dance with you now Broken feet for two, so blue and shy Nobody wants to dance with you now Broken feet for two, so blue and shy So blue and shy So blue and . . . So blue . . . So blue . . .