paroles de chanson Slow Dance - Saint Motel

I'm waitin' for that slow dance
So I can feel your arms around me
Wait 'til the music turns to romance
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, ooh-oh

Well, they don't know that much about it
The way that every single day

I could be your best friend
I could be your centerpiece
I could be your soulmate
I could be your everything
Thunderbolts and lightning
Queuing up the symphony
Barrump, barrump

You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (oh-whoa)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (oh-oh)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, whoa-oh-oh, yeah

Hand on my back, panic attack
Pull it together, don't overreact
Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes
Leave enough room for the holier ghost
Romance (oh-oh)
Too slow, but this is how you show me, whoa-oh-oh

We could talk for forty hours
We'd end up right back at the start

I could be your best friend
I could be your centerpiece
I could be your soulmate
I could be your everything
Thunderbolts and lightning
Queuing up the symphony
Barrump, barrump

You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (oh-whoa)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (oh-oh)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, whoa-oh-oh, yeah

There's no doubt about it
It's something magical
Feeling our surroundings
And time is slowing down for us

You know I'm waitin' for that slow dance (ah-ah)
So I can feel your arms around me (oh-whoa)
Wait 'til the music turns to romance (oh-oh)
Go tell that DJ that he owes me, whoa-oh-oh, yeah

Hand on my back, panic attack
Pull it together, don't overreact
Keepin' her close, don't step on her toes
Leave enough room for the holier ghost
Romance (oh-oh)
Too slow, but this is how you show me, whoa-oh-oh