Cherry Soda

Too close, yeah, too close.
Step on by.
We're too close to be just friends.
Passed the velvet rope, heard the brass section call.
Mirror tiles are throwing silver on the wall.
You take my jacket, you don't put it down.
Locking your steps to the floor on the floor sound.
You hold my wrist like you forgot the rule,
Since when did making eyes look so damn cool?
No more pretending it's a casual thing.
I hear the violins begin to swing.
You take a half step, I don't pull away.
There is nothing innocent in what you say.
We're too close to be just friends, too close,
Every time the bassline bends.