This Is Not a Movie

How dare you look at me
As if we’d met before
Charming your way, leading me
into the dance floor
And i know I shouldn’t have let you in
But your touch said things that my mind had forgotten
And your smile showed me a new home
If this was a story
It would be a best-selling novel
A tragic, romantic, comedy
with our faces on the cover
And if this was a movie
you’d be standing outside my door
Holding up a sign that says
Babe, I love you more
But this is not a movie
There’s no script or happy ending
And we might never meet again
Was it all in vain?
How dare you holding me
As if you had held me before
Charming your way into leading me
to your bedroom door
But this is not a movie
There’s no script or happy ending
And we might never meet again
Can we never meet again?