There on the bench, pining as she picks her gown
Eyes wandering, trying to fight back the frown
Love right
Tell me how
To love you right
I'll dance
Love right
Tell me how
To love you right
I'll dance
Options unfold, like tacks spilled from the box
To be bought and sold, white knuckle the horns of the ox
Love right
Tell me how
To love you right
I'll dance
Love right
Tell me how
To love you right
We'll dance
We'll dance, we'll dance