I ran down the stairsnof this eleven story buildingnand i dashed into your armsnas you said, this is once in a lifetimenonce againnive thrown myself at your feet perfectlynso perfictlynbelieve it or not we used to dazzle themnwith what you liked to call a breezenand face to face as we slow dancednyou wore a sympathetic smilenand your eyes rolled to your feetni dove to the bed nonly to spark a conversationnthough you laughed and turned awaynbut besides that youre a sweetheartnby the waynway to be trendy nand die like all your friends didnshake, shake, shake stay quietndont say a wordncome eat your heart out beautifulnill fall to the ground nof this eleven story buildingnwould you run, hold out your armsnsweet dreams n n n n