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She's the edge between the sacred and profane And means at least one other language you would never speak in Polite Company She's a dancer, lone riddle in the answer She auditioned for Romantics But no calls from the right company She'll never love the way you need her to, darlin' You'll never lift her at all She only wants the man she thinks is you, darlin' You'll only take her if you think you could lose So what if I don't find you, take you back? I only want what I can't have If you love me, give me nothing But Polite Company We're the dance among the drunklegs, a contest between Untied lace, pop-shoegaze, and 808 Heartbreak We both caught the pace of two hearts, offbeat What will hold you when the dance is through? Put your back against the wall Follow syncopated water fountain conversation Making love inside a crayon covered bathroom stall What if I don't find you, take you there? I only want what I can't have Letras de cancionesIf you love me, give me nothing Nothing Some simple math Two I can add I ain't writing it down I remember now what you came for, where your aim is Maintain it Try to burn the right glow I'll be on my way out I'll be over soon Sober later Fire that only I'd know You've been on my Radar Are you lonely too? 'Cause your coast is clear to get a hold on me She's the edge between the cadence of my name And on these walls another language we would never speak In Polite Company From Letras Mania