Dance Halls Turn To Ghost Towns - The Audition

The bookshelf spins

When I pull the Websters from the third row

Second from the right

And this is where the chemicals grow

This is where reactions flow

The dictionary chemical cookbook was meant to hook you into me

Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every

chemical

Would you please put on your dance shoes?

'Cause I’m sick of dancin' alone

Who is it tonight, Doctor Jekyll or Ms. Hyde?

Two hints lust, then I mix some charm with a dash of wits

Add some good looks and then, close the door and dim the lights

(This will finally be the night)

Where the dictionary chemical cookbook will finally hook you into me

Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every

chemical

Would you please put on your dance shoes?

'Cause I’m sick of dancin' alone

Stolen everything you worked for

Love was lost but better to remember

Left side, left side suicide

Please take off your lab coat and kiss me as we roll

Please put on your dance shoes and join me in this waltz

Would you please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll through every

chemical

Would you please put on your dance shoes?

'Cause I’m sick of dancin' alone

Please take off your lab coat, kiss me as we roll

Please put on your dance shoes 'cause I’m sick of dancin' alone