A song for a lifetime!!!!!! George Michael - Careless Whisper

I feel so unsure as I take your hand an d lead you to the dance floor.
As the music dies something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen and you're it’s sad goodbye.
I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
and waste a chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you.
Time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind ignorance is kind.
There's no comfort in the truth
pain is all you'll find.
I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm.
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool.
I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you.
Never without your love.

Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd.
Maybe it's better this way
We'd hurt each other with the things we want to say.
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now who's gonna dance with me? - Please stay.
And I'm never gonna dance again
guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though it's easy to pretend
I know you're not a fool.

I should have known better than to cheat a friend
And waste a chance that I've been given.
So I'm never gonna dance again
the way I danced with you.
. . .
No dance
no dance
no dance
you're gone - no dance
you're gone.
This matter is so wrong
so wrong
that you had to leave me alone.

Comments

shreejamenon said…
hey tini.....
dats 1 of my fav songs of George Michael.....
b'ful romantic deep touching n soothing song.....
i luv 2 hear it...
n thnx 4 da lyricz...

luv
shreeja.
December 16, 2010 at 7:21 AM
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