作曲 : Keith Slettedahl

I treat it like a high school dance

Waiting in the wings for my big chance

But I would only stare at my shoes

You belong to me I belong to you

I could tell an antique lie

Full of all the things I want to hide

But that would only lead to the truth

You belong to me I belong to you

But I'm lazy and I'll pull you down

Where you won't want to be

And I'm tasting what's pouring out of you

What am I supposed to do

I could play a trick so strange

Cover up my ears and pray for rain

But that would only give you the blues

You belong to me I belong to you

But I'm lazy and I'll pull you down

Where you won't want to be

And I'm tasting what's pouring out of you

What am I supposed to do

I treat it like a high school dance

Waiting in the wings for my big chance

But I would only stare at my shoes

You belong to me I belong to you

You belong to me I belong to you

You belong to me I belong to you