White Town Thursday At the Blue Note Letra

Well I don't think that I know you

I've never seen you here

Before, although I could be wrong

And though this music doesn't move me

Thrill, or even soothe me

I think I might dance to just this one song

Is that your brother dancing with you?

He's giving me some funny looks

I thought you said you were on your own

Look, I know I'm no oil painting

But my face doesn't need rearranging

And I'm quite attached to all my bones

This isn't the way things were meant to be

Now he's waiting outside with his mates for me

"Thursday at the Blue Note"