I Hate Your Bolero! WAV

[Вступление] Woa-woa-woa!.. Yeah, yeah, yeah!.. Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh!.. Let's go! [Куплет 1] Another Friday night, the music's loud and bright Lights are flashing, people sway, under the neon sky. Then I see him glide, a vision on the floor Young and lean and smooth, I've never seen before. His moves are sharp and clean, a master of the scene While I just stand and stare, a lonely, tired machine. My heart begins to race, a shadow on my face This feeling I can't control, it’s taking up all my space! I hate your Bolero! [Пред-припев] Oh, the way he spins, the smile that never wins A perfect silhouette, against the flashing tins. My breath begins to hitch, a burning in my niche He’s got the crowd entranced, while I’m stuck in a ditch. [Припев] Oh, I hate your Bolero! This rhythm makes me low You pirouette with grace, a perfectly formed beau. While my own body aches, my tired spirit breaks Each step you take, my envy it awakes! The sweat drips down my brow, I can’t believe it now You own this pulsing sound, the best on this whole ground! You own this pulsing sound, the best on this whole ground! I hate your Bolero! [Куплет 2] My beer-belly sways, through these crowded hallways My joints begin to creak, as the music it displays. He dips and he leaps, while my spirit it weeps I’ve lived so many years, but still my anger creeps. He catches every eye, beneath the spotlight's high While I just stand and shrink, I want to scream and cry! He’s got the youthful fire, fulfilling all desire And I am left behind, lost in my own mire. I hate your Bolero! [Пред-припев] Oh, the way he smiles, for all those tempting miles A carefree, charming sway, it truly me beguiles. My breath begins to hitch, a burning in my niche He’s got the crowd entranced, while I’m stuck in a ditch. [Припев] Oh, I hate your Bolero! This rhythm makes me low You pirouette with grace, a perfectly formed beau. While my own body aches, my tired spirit breaks Each step you take, my envy it awakes! The sweat drips down my brow, I can’t believe it now You own this pulsing sound, the best on this whole ground! You own this pulsing sound, the best on this whole ground! I hate your Bolero! [Куплет 3] I’m a shadow in the gloom, this empty, silent room Inside my beating chest, a dark and bitter doom. He’s got the future bright, bathed in electric light And I am in the past, holding on with all my might. His energy's a flame, I whisper out his name A venom in my soul, playing a wicked game. He doesn’t see my plight, my fading, dull insight He’s living out his dream, shining ever so bright! I hate your Bolero! [Пред-припев] Oh, the way he gleams, fulfilling all his dreams A perfect, vibrant pulse, beyond all my extremes. My breath begins to hitch, a burning in my niche He’s got the crowd entranced, while I’m stuck in a ditch. [Припев] Oh, I hate your Bolero! This rhythm makes me low You pirouette with grace, a perfectly formed beau. While my own body aches, my tired spirit breaks Each step you take, my envy it awakes! The sweat drips down my brow, I can’t believe it now You own this pulsing sound, the best on this whole ground! You own this pulsing sound, the best on this whole ground! I hate your Bolero! [Переход] Maybe one day I'll remember how to feel Without this bitter taste, making my heart congeal. But for tonight, I'm trapped, by this electric trance Watching him rule the floor, leaving me no chance! My vision starts to blur, a hateful, jealous stir In this arena of dreams, where I'm the prisoner. He doesn't know my name, he fuels this burning flame, This uninvited guest, playing this lonely game! [Завершение] Bolero! Oh, I hate your Bolero! This pulsing, sickening show, You twist and you sway, in your dazzling way. I hate your Bolero! Yeah! Oh, this infernal rhythm, I swear, it’s just a symptom! Of a youth I can’t reclaim, igniting this bitter flame! Bolero! I hate your Bolero! This fire in my chest, puts me to the test! I hate your Bolero! So perfect... so bright... just fills me with pure spite! Yeah! Bolero! I hate it! I hate your Bolero!