Tap Dance from Mean Dreams by Miracles of Modern Science

Let's face it: we're running out of time
I call it off unless you call my bluff
Don't chase it, don't serve me up a line
Don't bite your tongue and tell me I'm enough

I can't
Romance
When we always
Tap dance

Still bitter, I take it from your tone
Maybe it's something we can talk about?
No better than being left alone
To sit and watch you while you shut me out

I can't
Romance
When we always
Tap dance

Okay, you don't want to say that we're done, we're done, we're done
It's too late, but we can delay it, you won, you won, you won

You've got your teeth in my sweater
I've got your keys, but whatever
At the first sign of trouble you run away

You've got your teeth in my sweater
I've got your keys, but whatever
At the first sign of trouble you run away

At the first sign of trouble you run away, I can't
At the first sign of trouble you run away, I can't
See when we're moving together
Whether we're grooving or whether
It's the worst kind of shuffle
A runaway tap dance

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