Collin Raye

On The Verge

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 spinning

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 moonglow

When did that jukebox turn to a rainbow

I'm about to give into this urge

One more slow dance with her arms around me

One more long glance and nothing will slow me down

I 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 overheat, much less burn

But as we floated across the floor

All at once I flashed right past the point, of no return