[Intro]
C
[Strophe]
C                                  G 
Blue Monday blaring loudly out the speakers 
                          F 
Flourescent liquid in his beaker 
                                C 
Another night they've gone too far 
        C                          G 
She said "I don't usually do this kind of thing, 
                           F 
Does it change the way you think of me?" 
                      C 
Thinking isn't his forte
[Refrain]
    G       F 
And she said 
       G                     F 
If you dance with me darling 
       G            F 
If you take me home 
        G                   C 
Will we talk in the morning?
[Strophe]
     C 
They leave 
                         G 
Weave around the night's commotion 
                      F 
And dodge a Mexican stand-off 
                        C 
Catch a cab back to his flat 
             C 
There's no romance 
                        G 
Sprawled out across the couch 
                            F 
Can't even make his fucking face out 
            C 
An age old ritual
[Refrain]
    G       F 
And she said 
        G                    F 
If you dance with me darling 
        G           F 
If you take me home 
        G                  C 
Will we talk in the morning?
[Pont]
Am                   G 
Sometimes I close my eyes 
    F                      C 
And sometimes I see you’re fine
[Refrain]
    G       F 
And she said 
       G                     F 
If you dance with me darling 
       G            F 
If you take me home 
        G                   C 
Will we talk in the morning?