Letras
The big soirée is a semi-formal function
Dressed in her best, she finally gets the gumption
To walk across the grand ballroom
With courage in her veins
She strides up to the jovial group
And reaches out her hand
Hello, it's nice to meet ya
In his face, no trace of recognition
Though they share an intimate connection
They're paramours behind closed doors
Where passions make a sweet sound
But in public, to be ignored
When introductions come round
I guess it's nice to meet ya
Do we do this dance again?
Spinning around on a carousel, yeah
He pulls her close, he pulls away
He pulls her close, he pulls away
And even though he knows her name
It just feels gross to hear him say
I guess it's nice to meet ya
Dinner's served, he slides his hand under the table
Graces her leg with the slightest innuendo
Then looks away, but it's too late
For any more of these games
'Cause she's too sick of being played
In this toxic charade
I guess it's nice to meet ya
(How do you) we do this dance again?
Spinning around on a carousel, yeah (so nice to see you)
Do we do this dance again? (So, so nice to see you)
Spinning around on a carousel, yeah
Do we do this dance again? (So, so nice to see you)
Spinning around on a carousel, yeah
(you know, it feels like I've known you for so long)
(But I've never, never seen you in town)
Okay, bye (nice)