Let’s have a dance on your kitchen floor

Record plays Tom Waits and his lone guitar

And his voice is so grumbly

You’d think he’s a drink

Who am I to talk?

Cuz the wine has been spilled but my cup is still full

So I wait

For you to pour yours in

I think we can call it a day

Let’s have a dance

On your old tin roof

You play guitar

Rocky mountain blues

Cuz I’m sure your sick for the place

You once called it your home

And I would delight in a story or two if you would

Let’s have a dance

On your brand new bed

Sure I’m scared but still we could break in

And your face is so pretty

I think you’re the best

Man I’m a mess

But my heart’s getting fuller

Just spending some more time with you

No one has touched me

You’re really getting through to me dear