Joan Armatrading - Moves

Here come the glare
Here come 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
Pity on me
Why don't I know
How to make those moves
I picked your face
From a thousand smiles