Thursday At The Blue Note White Town

Well I don't think that I know you I've never seen you here Before, although I could be wrong And though this music doesn't move me Thrill, or even soothe me I think I might dance to just this one song Is that your brother dancing with you? He's giving me some funny looks I thought you said you were on your own Look, I know I'm no oil painting But my face doesn't need rearranging And I'm quite attached to all my bones This isn't the way things were meant to be Now he's waiting outside with his mates for me "Thursday at the Blue Note"