"On The Verge" as written by and Hugh Prestwood....
Well they shouldn't have played that good,
I got carried away and let the music,
Go to my head.
Well she shouldn't have worn that dress,
The way it curled around when she was spinnin',
Just killed me dead.
My heart began to tell my body and my soul,
That it had gotten in the mood to lose control.

Oh no!
When did neon light turn into moon glow?
When did that jukebox turn into a rainbow?
I'm about to give into this urge.
Once more slow dance,
With her arms around me,
One more long glance,
And nothing will slow down me,
I've got no chance,
If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.

All I wanted to be was cool.
It ain't my style to over heat,
Much less burn.
But as we floated across the floor,
All at once I flashed right past the point,
Of no return.
And when we said goodnight,
The sun was on the rise,
And any stars that hadn't set,
Had fallen in my eyes.

Oh no!
When did neon light turn into moon glow?
When did that jukebox turn into a rainbow?
I'm about to give into this urge.
Once more slow dance,
With her arms around me,
One more long glance,
And nothing will slow down me,
I've got no chance,
If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.

Once more slow dance,
With her arms around me,
One more long glance,
And nothing will slow down me,
I've got no chance,
If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.
Oh
If I'm not in love I'm on the verge.


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"On The Verge" as written by Hugh Prestwood

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