I see you standing by yourself
Wondering if anyone will notice
And your looking around checking it out
With an empty cup in your hand, and a feeling in your stomach
And a look in your eye that says you want to dance
So what are you waiting for? a written invitation?
Just gotta get up and go, and lose that inhibition
It's getting close to midnight, and the one you've had your eye on
Is making their way to the door and now your standing on your own
And you catch a wandering eye
And you start to wander too
If the feeling in the air is mutual
Or is it deja vu