You've got that swagger that owns me til I'm fallen
You stand there with a hand and help me stand yet again,
Ready to tease, sending shivers across my skin,
Baby, you're trouble, you are the sweetest sin.
You make me better, yet so much worse,
You make me pure, and yet a curse,
If we could dance beneath the stars,
I think our two left feet would make us both fall over,
Maybe if we had a few more years, were older?
Then I wouldn't be falling alone to your skilled swagger.
In your cocky way, you know what you do,
And you love it too,
You wait and pause and take your time,
Calculation, that's your best and worst crime,
If everything could be brighter in the morning,
And you would be as sewn to my skin,
I don't think it's fortunate to feel this way,
It's something so strange,
To a swagger, I'm fallen.
If we could dance beneath the stars,
And drive 'til morn in my fast car,
You'd be my last hit, my last addiction,
And I could be your pure fixation.
With our left feet,
And my driving skill,
We'd both be fallen
Stung,
Struck,
Fallen.
But we can't do it, we can't dance,
We can't sway, you're on the advance,
With such swagger and cocky play,
It's the last show for you to stay,
I'm the selected, the awaited prey,
And after that you're going away.
I will see a new beautiful swagger,
Dancing beneath the stars,
With my two left feet I'll join in,
Until I've fallen again.
