Moves

Here come the glare Here come the glare I cannot see I cannot see When you appear You dazzle Poor me Pity on me Why don't I know How to make those moves I picked your face From a thousand smiles And now the knees They start to shake And all the people Take a look And once again I'm thinking Poor me Pity on me Why don't I know How to make those moves I picked your face From a thousand smiles