作曲 : Pipettes
Half past one on the dance-floor, 
And my thoughts have turned to murder, 
Can't these strangers feel my eyes, burning into them, 
They know that i wanna kill them, 'cos i can't get over you, 
And i can see them looking at you, 
And i just can't, can't get over you, 
It hurts to see you dance so well, 
Quater to two on the dance-floor, 
But my feet won't dance no more, 
Got no spirit for dancing, 
Since you walked right out the door, 
Now all my moves are floored, 'cos i cant get over you, 
And i can see them dancing up to you, 
And i just can't, can't get over you, 
Hurts to see you looking so fine, 
You it hurts to see you dance so well, 
I, I remember the times that we kissed, 
And the beats my heart missed, 
But our feet never missed a beat, 
When we were dancing cheek to cheek, 
And you,you, you knew all the best moves, 
And the funkiest grooves, 
But you never knew, 
How much i was in love with you, 
And now it's two o'clock on the dance-floor, 
And i'm going home, 
I'm going home, 
I'm going home alone