Our Last Dance

You scowled at me Over the top of a moleskin planner As drown these cookies in milk Right now, I'm just Drawing shapes On the table with the sweat from beneath my glass and Everything feels just fine Ooh didn't you threaten That, this would be my last chance Ooh not leaving room for Jesus and What will be our last dance I remember you Hands on your hips in a velour tracksuit Yelling at me in the street I look back and smile Because there I learned sometimes you work things out, kid Other times you just fuckin' leave Ooh didn't you threaten That, this would be my last chance Ooh not leaving room for Jesus and What will be our last dance