Moves - Joan Armatrading

Here come the glare

Here come 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

Pity on 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 attack

I’m gonna shapen 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

With the flowers

And champagne

Other guys

Run around

They pick and choose

I chose 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

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 smile