Cryin' on the window-seat|like who knows what you did to me|You were my sunny boy,|now I see that there's no joy|I see it when you crick your neck|and when we go to bed|I find you so changed,|there's no sparkle in your face||You don't dance with me now|And I can't ignore|Maybe I want more||I wanna move, I wanna smile,|I wanna go dancing on the kitchen tiles|I don't wanna sit with you,|baby take off your shoes|And put your hands around my waist,|have some sugar for the bitter taste|Can we do it like before?|Go dancing on the kitchen floor|To the sweet 4/4||Sitting here in your shadow,|quiet now just me and my woe|It was such a party the two of us,|and now I'm sorry but we're covered in dust|I never wanted to be nasty|but it hurts when you never have fun with me|I guess I'm saying that I want you back,|the old you, my you and not that||You don't dance with me though|These days|Not even on my birthday|Baby don't overthink it,|You can watch me for a minute|Let it wash over you||I wanna move, I wanna smile,|I wanna go dancing on the kitchen tiles|I don't wanna sit with you,|baby take off your shoes|And put your hands around my waist,|have some sugar for the bitter taste|Can we do it like before?|Go dancing on the kitchen floor|To the sweet 4/4||I wanna move, I wanna smile,|I wanna go dancing on the kitchen tiles|I don't wanna sit with you,|baby take off your shoes (I just wanna see you smile)|And put your hands around my waist,|have some sugar for the bitter taste|Can we do it like before?|Go dancing on the kitchen floor|To the sweet 4/4||4/4/4/4/4 4/4/4/4/4|To the 4/4/4/4/4/ 4/4/4/4/4