Steve Miller

Let me engage, your tattooed feet in dance, rooms glow in dark spaces, I know what to do, wait for kindness to land, try to make life smooth, there’s nothing in this game, rides on pure chance, when you pull away, you’re great at slow moves, a thief of lonely repast don't let them get to you, my life is framed, your face is tanned, gliding around this café’, tell me sink a few, put down the chip pan, there’s only one of you, twirl me 'round again, throw me off balance, say what you have to say, I’ll take my chance.