We've been becoming the best of friends on nightsnBut only when the timing's rightnYou love the thrill that you've got to hidenThat you've got someone like me in yournLife was easy you had your white fencenFront porch and your wedding dress picked outnBut suddenly things seem differentnYou've got decisions you can't get caughtnnWhen you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent younDance slow but up the tempo of his heartnThat's beating out his chestnOh the irony of successnnYou've been looking at me with half shut eyesnFrom across the bar on college nightsnWell I'd be yours if you just would trynOh, it's the constant struggle of what's familiarnVersus building new relationshipsnThat more ofen than not fucks with passionnWhere's your passion anyways?nnWhen you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent younDance slow but up the tempo of his heartnThat's beating out his chestnOh the irony of successnnWhen you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent younDance slow but up the tempo of his heartnThat's beating out his chestnOh id love to take off your dress