Joan Armatrading - Moves Lyrics

Here comes the glare
Here comes the glare

I cannot see
I cannot see

When you appear
You dazzle

Poor me
Pity on me
Why don't I know
How to make
Those moves

I picked your face
From a thousand smiles

And now the knees
They start to shake

And all the people
Take a look

And once again
I'm thinking

Poor me
Pitiful me
Why don't I know
How to make those moves

I picked your face
From a thousand smiles

And stand there
Vacant
Rooted to the
Stupid floor
And too scared to think
Get out the door

Water
Running
Down my back
Is this what it's like
Before the soldiers attach

I'm gonna sharpen up my act
I'm gonna get ya

Poor me
Pity for me
Why don't I know
How to make
Those moves

I picked your face
From a thousand smiles

Trying to be
The invisible man
And so scared
In case you don't see
Who I am

I don't want the label
Of an also ran
I wanna be the guy
With the flowers
And the champagne

Other guys
Run around
They pick and choose

I choose you
And I don't want to lose

I want you
To alleviate my blues
Just as long as you talk to me
Just as long as you talk to me

Poor me
Pity on me
Why don't I know
How to make
Those moves

I picked your face
From a thousand smiles
Why don't I know how to
Make you mine