Lip Dances!
Ooo, Lip Dances!
Lip Dances!
Aah, Lip Dances!
I took the tube back home one night
With a chicken wrap firm in my hand.
The post-gig buzz had filled my frame
And I slid on board whilst walking on air.
It was eleven at night and everybody
Was either headin' in or out.
Opposite me were two teenage lovers
Conjoined together by that force
Known as 'teen romance'.
Lip Dances!
Ooo, Lip Dances!
Lip Dances!
Aah, Lip Dances!
To my eyes, they looked either glued or sewn together.
Their hands on one another
Constantly
Touching! (Touching)
Touching! (Touching)
Touching! (Touching)
Touching! (Touching)
Them kids don't care if they perform with an audience,
They're too busy lovin' in their own little world.
Lip Dances!
Ooo, Lip Dances!
Lip Dances!
Aah, Lip Dances!
Lip Dances!
Ooo, Lip Dances!
Lip dances on The District Line.
I would've tried my best to avert my gaze,
But I had no time for my brain to react!
They started lip dancin' before my very eyes
And the wet sound began to assault my drums.
Kissing! (Slurping)
Kissing! (Slurping)
Slurping! (Kissing)
Slurping! (Kissing)
Whitechapel could not come soon enough
As I wondered how long I'd have to endure
Two teenage lovers, doin' lip dances
At Twenty-Three Hundred
On the District Line.
Lip Dances!
Ooo, Lip Dances!
Lip Dances! (Whitechapel couldn't come soon enough)
Aah, Lip Dances!
Lip Dances!
Ooo, Lip Dances! (Just get me outta here!)
Lip dances on The District Line.