 I just want to dance. I don't want to talk. No more leaving in the past. Baby, don't want to talk. Baby, I just want to dance. And I'm not going to stop until I forget what we had. We kissed in the morning on a summer day. You taste like cigarettes and hurricanes. There's a warning written in the corners of your face. Whiplash and you left me in a vapor trail. Now I know.