We've been becoming the best of friends on nights   But only when the timing's right   You love the thrill that you've got to hide   That you've got someone like me in your   Life was easy you had your white fence   Front porch and your wedding dress picked out   But suddenly things seem different   You've got decisions you can't get caught      When you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent you   Dance slow but up the tempo of his heart   That's beating out his chest   Oh the irony of success      You've been looking at me with half shut eyes   From across the bar on college nights   Well I'd be yours if you just would try   Oh, it's the constant struggle of what's familiar   Versus building new relationships   That more ofen than not fucks with passion   Where's your passion anyways?      When you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent you   Dance slow but up the tempo of his heart   That's beating out his chest   Oh the irony of success      When you get to the dancefloor tell him I sent you   Dance slow but up the tempo of his heart   That's beating out his chest   Oh id love to take off your dress