It is November
And Kate Nash doesn't know it yet but she will love me
We are the only ones dancing while the rest of the music hall is filled with zombies

We dance, and how we dance
Desperate to show her we love her so
And her music
It touches us
In ways we've never felt before
And my hair - I am self-conscious of it
And I'm not wearing makeup
And compared to Kate Nash's red-flamed hair I feel inadequate
But we
We dance despite that
Holding on to the night
Holding on to everything she has to give us before it's all over
Just one more song
Let her cockney accent take us to higher planes

And I think I may love her more than you
But you let me believe that our love is equal because you love me more than her
Even though I have no exceptional beauty to offer tonight

Her voice
I pretend it's like mine
And her beauty
I live vicariously through it for just one night
Let us live in her unconventional beauty
Let us pretend for one night that our love for her equals our love for each other
And we will never have to utter one word
All we have to do is dance