Burn-Up

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06 Burn -Up

Burn up baby!

We’re never gonna dance like we wanted to dance

We’re never gonna own that holiday home in France

We’re never gonna swing like Sinatra can

We’re never gonna dance

Burn-up!

But here’s the thing…

We’ll never, never be cool enough to hold that hand of cards

We’ll never be hip enough to drive them cars

We’ll never, never know what secrets chicer people keep

And spill behind bars

You’re never the one

Burn up baby!

We’re never gonna woo who we wanted to woo

We’re never gonna kiss a mysterious mistress or mister

Who knew our loves chances were through?

But given half a chance I’d dance with you

Burn up!

But here’s the thing…

We’ll never, never be cool enough to fly as high as stars

We’ll never be hip enough to hire those cars

We’ll never, never feel our secrets chicer people keep

Are spilled behind bars

You’re never the one

Burn up, baby!

We’ll never, never be cool enough to mark that deck of cards

We’ll never be hip enough to park their cars

We’ll never, never know what secrets chicer people keep

You’re never the one