Moves

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 --- Moves - Joan Armatrading