Smalltown city on a weekday evening The pubs are shutting and the streets are heaving Looking for a little bit of late night twisting Hear the muffled thumping of a big sound system Bass in the bowels of a crowded bar Squeeze through the beefcake steaming in the dark My friends are restless, talking by the door But I'm dazzled by the flash and razzle on the dancefloor
Sweating and deafened in the strobing light Transfixed by a vision in the northern night Your face so radiant, full of animation Dancing and glancing with a hint of flirtation Knowing, and flowing with amazing grace Shirt hanging down, flapping over your waist Can't help laughing, got a hard attack, 'cause you're Grinning and singing and you're looking right back, I said
Blue, blue, Congo Blue... do you really mean it Blue, blue, Congo Blue... are you laughing at me
Never imagined I'd run into you here Here of all places after all these years All my life I've been waiting, aching Too many nights of searching, hurting Summoning the courage up to bridge that gap Walk right over and begin to chat, just Wishing I was fitter now, wishing I was younger Wishing I could hide my raging hunger
Blue, blue, Congo Blue... do you really mean it Blue, blue, Congo Blue... are you laughing at me
Save the last dance for me Save your last dance for meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
