look at the smoke climbing the
bar smoke so thick i can't see where you are as
if i can see where you are look at the band
rubbin their eyes and the couples rubbin' in the
candle light looks like the last dance tonight
looks like the last dance and i'm still feelin'
the last dance i say i'm feelin' blue the last
dance and i'm still feelin' tonight and here i
am in a size too small in a crowd too large on
a stool too tall as if i could forget my sins
in this glass of ice with a drop of gin i say
i'm feelin' like an apple on a peach tree
nobody wants to take a bite out of me looks like
the last dance tonight