(spoken: i like it, okay)nnnnwe stand and smoke, he laughs at my jokesnni look at his face, we barely spokennwe're in a daze and the smoke turned to hazehnnhis eyes in the moonlight were shiny and glazednnnnand we danced like in films, to no music, no beat nnohhh just holding each other in the middle of the street nnand it was beautifully bad it was indearing and sweet nncause i cant dance for shit and he's got two left feet, nnhe's got two left feetnnnnwe drank till the sun lit up the skynnand i just keep on smiling and im not sure whynnmaybe im still drunk from all those shots we hadnnwho knew tequila that could hit me that bad?nnnnand we danced like in films, to no music, to no beatnnohhh just holding each other in the middle of the streetnnand it was beautifully bad it was endearing and sweetnncause i cant dance for shit and he's got two left feet,nnhe's got two left feetnnnnthen he kissed my face i'm all over the placennand i still feel quite pissed i must look a disgracennwith hair in my eyes and his eyes in my eyesnnwell really he's different to most other guysnnnnand we danced like in films, to no music, to no beatnnohhh just holding each other in the middle of the street, yeahhnnand it was beautifully bad it was endearing and sweetnncause i cant dance for shit and he's got two left feet,nnhes got two left feet