Thursday At The Blue Note

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 dancin' with you?

He's giving me some funny looks

I thought you says, "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 Blue Note}