With anxious smiles and fitful swaying
You stare like this is just a show
You tap your toes in weak atonement
But I refuse to dance alone
Move your little hips, move your little hips girl
I can’t do this on my own
Our skin will flush with wine and shaking
Unashamed we’ll twist and moan
We’ll stomp our feet like slaves and pagans
But I can’t do this on my own
