-¶ Come on ¶
¶ Come on, right, all right ¶
- Look at this guy.
[horn honking]
- You see me here?
I'm walking, huh?
- ¶ What you give is what you get ¶
¶ What you see ¶
¶ You---you--- you won't forget ¶
¶ So if you leave ¶
¶ Yeah, you'll come back, back, back ¶
¶ Back, back ¶
¶ It's in your eyes, so it's a fact ¶
¶ You spin around ¶
¶ Around ¶
¶ Yeah, yeah ¶
¶ Around, round, and round, and round, and round ¶
- Hey, I like your short skirt.
- I like your buns.
- [laughs]
Whoo-hoo!
- ¶ A boom, boom, boomerang ¶
¶ A boomerang ¶
- Genevieve, I'm on date four, and I'm out of ideas.
- Water-taxi tour of the bridges.
- Thank you.
- ¶ It won't be that long ¶
- How you doing, Genevieve? - Hi.
- ¶ Because love's a boomerang ¶
¶ A boomerang ¶
¶ Yeah, it's a boomerang ¶
¶ Love's a boomerang ¶
¶ A boomerang ¶
¶ A boom, boom, boomerang ¶
¶ Come on ¶
¶ All right, all right ¶
¶ Let me hear you ¶
¶ Hold it tight and let it go, go, go ¶
¶ Oh, in the wind, yeah, it'll blow, blow ¶
¶ You know the shore is strong enough ¶
¶ 'Cause it comes back, back, back, yeah ¶
¶ This love at first ¶
¶ It spins around ¶
¶ Around ¶
¶ Around, round, and round, and round, and round ¶
¶ Love's a boomerang ¶
¶ It's a boomerang ¶
¶ Yeah, love's a boomerang ¶
¶ A boom, boom, boomerang ¶
¶ A boomerang ¶
¶ Yeah, it's a boomerang ¶
- Ooh, Valentine's Day.
- Uh-huh.
- I'm telling you, he'd better buy you something.
- You know what.
Valentine's Day is just a dumb, made-up holiday.
- I love Valentine's Day.
- Yeah?
Well, I don't know one guy who does.
It sucks!
- Hey, crazy. - Hi, Bill and Bob.
- Hi.
- Oops. - Uh-oh.
- Good morning.
- Not with these eyebrows.
- Let's see.
Oh, they've gone GI Joe.
- Help me.
- Very Madonna.
- Swears?
- Her '80s phase, the second time in 2007.
- ¶ A boomerang ¶
¶ Yeah, it's a boomerang ¶
¶ Love's a boomerang ¶
¶ A boom, boom, boom ¶
- Yeah, it's---well, Madonna post-tour, for sure.
- Oh, yeah, long tour.
Eyebrows grow back.
- Hey, my eyebrows grow back soon as I clip them.
- Plucks the hair, and there's nothing there.
- Oops. - Uh-oh.
- Good morning.
How are my ladies?
- Tim.
¶ Tim Tim Tim delivers ¶
Tim, hi.
Ooh, wow, Tim.
That shirt looks a lot less wrinkled than normal.
Is it, oh, I dare say, ironed?
Are you trying to impress someone?
- Yeah, you.
Come on, give me a dirty kiss.
Let's see if you can turn me.
- I can't.
- Give me that.
I'll take that.
- What would you do without 'em?
- Oops and Uh-oh?
- Oops. - Uh-oh.
- Lose my mind.
How's it going for you?
- Lexy and Dominique have that flu.
Now I think Annie's getting it.
She's crabby.
- 'Cause she's sick?
- No, because she's Annie.
You know, I got to do something for Valentine's Day.
I'm freaking out.
- I'll wrap up a dozen roses with some chocolate hearts.
- Is that enough?
- Yeah.
All women want to know is that you put some thought into it.
- How many men are gonna wake up in a cold sweat tomorrow?
They wait till the last moment.
They put it off, and they're on their way home,
and everything's closed, and they're panicking in a 7-11,
saying, "Do you have any chocolates
in a heart-shaped box?"
- Yeah, my wife's gonna love my gut 'cause I'm more romantic?
[together] Yes.
- Less vitamins, okay?
- Are my eyebrows holding up?
- Uh-huh.
Hey, will you do mine?
I have date number one tomorrow with a cute new guy.
- Ooh, new guy.
- I'm gonna get you those roses.
- What happened to the other guy?
- Five dates. - So it's over.
- She ends it before the guy can.
- Got the safety set on her heart.
- Oh, that's a country song.
- On her album, Fear of Commitment.
- Hi, guess what.
I can hear you.
- It is not wrong that I want every day to be Valentine's Day.
- Oh, no.
- Here you go.
For Annie.
- Thank you, thank you, thank you.
All right, you guys.
- Dress up for us again tomorrow.
- Yeah, maybe I'll wear deodorant.
- Why start now?
- Have a nice day.
Okay, we have got to reorganize this fridge.
Just move that over there, move this over here.
It's gonna be crazy in here tomorrow.
Uh-uh, I call shotgun.
Hi.
I'm Genevieve.
May I help you?
- Hi.
- I saw you at that old pizza place.
- Oh, you're not thinking of buying it, are you?
It's been a ribs place and a chicken wings place,
and everybody goes bankrupt.
- That place is cursed.
- I just bought it.
- Congratulations. - Awesome.
- That's amazing. - Yay.
- Yeah, I'm reopening it as a tapas bar.
- Ooh, what's it called?
- Get on Tapas.
Get on Tapas.
Get it?
It's a tapas bar.
- Are you Spanish?
- No.
- Why are you opening a tapas place?
- Well, I saw this graph
of recent graduates from my law school,
and statistically, I was right where it said I should be.
Felt a little cookie-cuttered, had a 1/3 life crisis,
quit the firm.
- That's nuts.
- Anyway, I'm here to get some flowers for my girlfriend.
- Your girlfriend.
Excellent.
Very romantic.
- That's over.
- Good, good, because I'll be honest,
I'm kind of on shaky ground with this one.
I grew up in Atlanta,
and down there,
if a date turned into the morning after,
that's your girlfriend now.
But I don't know if this is my girlfriend
or if it's just somebody I'm dating.
- Well, how long has it been?
- Two months.
- Sounds like a girlfriend to me.
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, so I'll take these.
- These are for friendship.
Now, for Valentine's Day...
these are for girlfriends.
- I did not know that.
- So do you know if she's home right now?
- Uh, no, she's a flight attendant,
and she's out of town.
She travels a lot.
- You know what would be romantic?
You get the landlord to let you in,
and then you leave these beside her bedside.
- That's a great idea.
Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Happy Valentine's Day.
- Happy Valentine's day.
- Why'd you say that, Genevieve?
- What? - That poor guy.
- That old line.
She's not traveling.
- She's got three boyfriends.
- Guys like that never see it coming.
- How'd you get a key?
- Oh, boy.
- He's the type of guy who doesn't know he's good-looking
and goes and gives a woman his heart to get stomped on
over and over and over again.
- No Dijon.
You'll take American mustard and like it.
That's dumb.
Soap can't get dirty.
- If mud fell on it.
- No, it would wash right off.
- Wouldn't the mud be declared clean on impact?
- Right, it's soap.
The word means clean.
- What, like, in Latin?
- Come for dinner tomorrow night.
- Oh, thanks, Mom, but that's Valentine's Day.
- Can I make beef Stroganoff with chicken?
- Yes, you can definitely substitute chicken.
- What about Egg Beaters?
- Or Egg Beaters, mm-hmm.
- Oh, too sticky. - Okay, I got to go.
Yeah, bye.
- Bye-bye.
- Hey, get your meat paws off my food.
- All right, everyone,
what are the plans for Valentine's Day?
- It's too much pressure.
- My skull is gonna cave in.
- All right, it's the celebration of romance.
- Not if you've been single since pubes.
- Kathy, what about the guy you see on the bus every day?
- Oh, I'm taking your advice.
I am waiting to be wooed.
Although I did accidentally kick his seat.
- Very nice.
Dan.
- I bought a girl at work some chocolates.
- That's really sweet.
- Yeah?
- Yes.
Very good.
Brian.
- I think I'm gonna bake the girl at the newsstand a cake.
It's not funny.
- That's nice.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Hi, hi, hi, sorry I'm late.
- Hi. - Hi.
Sorry, always late, I know.
- Java Joint guy asked me out.
- Oh, you already went there?
- Yep.
- Have you Googled him? - Uh-huh.
- He was a total chubster in middle school,
but then he played football in high school,
and he lost the weight,
and his mom's a teacher, and his dad sells used cars.
I went back,
and I told him his best friend's name in high school
and that it would be a perfect name for our first child.
Weird?
- If weird means spooky.
- Hey, you have to wait to be wooed.
- Anyway...
we have a date tonight.
I really don't want to mess this one up.
- Oh, then don't text him 82 times between now and then.
- Yes, wait to be wooed.
- And then you have five dates, and that's all.
- Okay, just tell me what to do one more time.
- All right.
Date one: breathless flirting.
Date two: tummy flip-flops.
Date three: the adventurous date.
Date four: be fun and fabulous.
- I'm always fun and fabulous.
- Date five: make it the best date ever,
and then you say good-bye.
- When the romance is gone, it's time to move on.
He'll only remember you with sweet, soft memories.
And you, you will never be hurt again.
- Okay.
I'm totally doing it your way.
And keep those knees together.
- Dang.
- ¶ Love love love love love ¶
¶ Will get you through the hardest day ¶
¶ Love love love love ¶
¶ Love ¶
- Happy Valentine's Day.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Hi, Happy Valentine's Day.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Hi, guys, happy Valentine's Day.
- Does this mean you love me?
- Hi, happy Valentine's Day.
Happy Valentine's Day.
- Help!
- Hey.
Welcome back.
- This sucks.
- Let's charge double.
- I can't even see you.
- Hiya, Greg.
Happy V-day, buddy.
Wow, look at this place.
Big mistake.
So where we taking it tonight?
Oh, what's with that?
- For setting me up with a flight attendant.
- Yeah, let's go meet some flight attendants.
- I just got dumped by one.
- One what?
- A flight attendant, the one you set me up with.
- How'd that go?
- Do you ever listen?
- Well, then I'd have to hear you, buddy.
- She said my actions let her know that we weren't exclusive.
I thought we were exclusive.
- So?
- So it's my fault once again for not understanding the game.
- No, there's no game tonight.
- Well, I don't think long-term relationships work.
- I haven't had a relationship in a year.
- Really? - Yeah.
- Here, enjoy.
- And you seem like a fun guy.
[cell phone ringing]
- I'm sorry, pardon.
I just want to take this.
It's my friend.
She keeps calling, and I'm a bit worried about her.
I'll be right with you.
Hi, Tammy, you okay?
Aren't you on a date?
Hello?
- God.
I downloaded coffee guy's yearbook photos,
and I made him a scrapbook,
and he blanched and ran out.
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
You're watching Jerry Maguire again.
- No. - Listen to me.
Nobody completes anybody.
Tammy, you're the best.
I'll call you when I get home.
Turn off the TV. - Okay.
- Hi.
- So wait, wait, let's---
let's go back to what you were talking about.
You don't want a relationship?
- Yes, I do not want a relationship.
They're just an emotional cage
that sad couples peek from behind the bars of
looking at all us happy single people
wondering what fear of being alone made them say, "l do."
- So you some kind of swinger?
- What just happened?
- Oops. - Uh-oh.
- Okay.
- Mm, I can just imagine the tapas on that.
- Hi.
It looks great in here.
- Oh.
Thanks.
- So you're opening soon.
- No.
Yes, l-I guess.
- I was thinking.
I would like to provide your floral arrangements.
- Oh, well, I didn't put flowers in my budget.
- I'm sorry.
I thought you just said
you didn't put flowers into your budget.
- I did.
- Take it back.
- What?
- Greg, with all due respect, you're making a huge mistake.
A new restaurant is not just about the food.
It's about ambience and soul.
Now, flowers provide a salve to our senses,
because aesthetic beauty calms us and soothes us,
which means customers will feel good here.
They will linger.
They'll order more wine,
which means they'll have dessert,
and they will leave happy,
and they will go home, and they're gonna make love.
They will wake up in a great mood
and then tell everybody
about the fabulous new tapas restaurant they just went to.
- Flowers do all that?
- Yes.
- How much?
- Not much.
- You're good.
- Who told you?
Mom, call waiting, I should---
- I should tile my patio.
On Martha Stewart, she did it on her own.
She even fired her own tiles in a homemade kiln.
I'll bet she could glaze a ham with her feet.
Okay, why did I call?
Oh, see, now I can't remember.
Oh, oh, oh, yes, yes, yes, what was the name of the man
who had the dog that looked like a cat?
- Okay.
- He died.
- Oh.
Oh, I'm sorry.
All right, I'll send some flowers.
- Okay. - Okay, yeah, bye.
Yeah, bye.
- Bye-bye.
- One new message.
- Hi, Genevieve, it's me, your dad.
Just calling to say hi, see what you're up to.
Give me a call sometime.
- Then why is it called a lawn mower
and not just a mower,
since you don't mow anything but a lawn?
- You could get mowed down by a car.
- Yeah, but not with a lawn mower, see?
- Yes, you could.
If it was running on your lawn and you bent over,
it could run right over you.
- Why would you do that?
- Hey, Dan.
You got a really fat head.
Maybe it's your face.
- Yeah, it's hereditary.
My mom has a fat face, and my dad has a fat head.
- You should see his mom's head.
It's huge.
- Can I help you?
- Hi.
I'm Greg Gatlin.
I own the new restaurant down the street.
- Oh, good, I miss the pizza.
- Well, now it's a tapas bar called Get on Tapas.
- I don't get it.
- Tapas bar.
- I don't get it.
- Tapas bar.
- Oh. - Oh.
- Ah. - Okay.
- Anyway, I'm having a party in a couple of weeks.
Hope you can come.
- I don't go to parties.
- Yeah, I don't think so.
- Free food and drinks.
- Oh, if you got cheeseburgers.
- Welcome to the neighborhood.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, good luck with the restaurant.
- You know that place is cursed, right?
- Well, I'm gonna beat that curse.
But I'll need you to Get on Tapas.
Wow.
- It's a florist secret
that the purple ones have the deepest scent.
For the party,
I'm gonna put one on a hair comb for your girlfriend.
- Oh, no girlfriend.
- Oh, I'm sorry.
- Well, she wasn't who I thought she was.
- Okay, well, owner of this new hot Brooklyn restaurant.
You are gonna meet somebody new.
- No, no, no, I'm--- I'm off relationships.
- Fantastic.
You'll be so much happier.
- Oh, okay.
You're not gonna say that thing that women always say,
which is I haven't found the right one yet.
- No.
I don't believe there's just one person.
- What?
- I don't believe people are meant to be in relationships.
- What?
- Yeah, we should just have fun,
and when the romance is gone, move on.
- Well, how long does that last?
- Five dates, to be exact.
- That is exact.
- Five dates happens to be the perfect amount of time
to achieve maximum fun with no pain.
No expectation equals no disappointment.
It's just fun, and there are no rules.
- No rules?
- No rules.
And you know what, in relationships,
that's all there are.
You know, one person wants more, the other person wants less,
and then they act out, cheat, come back, stay out of guilt.
Oops, now someone's pregnant.
All of a sudden you're married and hate each other.
Dating is just so much more romantic.
- So you love romance but not relationships?
- Well, what's to love about something
that only brings unhappiness?
- It's just--- it's not natural.
- Do you know any happy couples?
- All the time?
No, but---
- I am happy all the time.
- Oh, that's hot.
Is she hot?
Ah, it doesn't matter.
Her attitude is hot.
She could have three eyes and two butts and a tooth,
and I'd do her.
Hey, does this tie say, "My client's guilty?"
- She's just---
- Hey, when was the last time
you had a good pastrami sandwich?
Oh, new cafeteria girl
has the sexy thin eyebrows thing going on.
- All right, I'm gonna ask her out.
- You lucky moron.
She just wants to have sex with you.
- Don't be ridiculous.
- Dude, trust me.
Chicks love an assertive guy.
Come on, try it for once.
- I want to have sex with you.
- Greg, just because I don't believe in relationships
does not mean that I'm easy.
If you're interested in spending some time with me,
you may romance me, got it?
- Okay.
Sorry.
- It's okay.
Now, it just so happens I am open for wooing.
- Okay, what do I do?
- Well, anything.
Women appreciate any gesture of romance.
- I'm---I'm not a romantic.
- You broke into your ex's apartment with roses.
- l-I caught her in bed.
- You did?
- Mm-hmm.
- That was my fault, sorry.
- Back to this.
- Okay.
Just put some effort into it.
Women like to be pursued.
I've been flown to Hawaii.
I've had my name peed in the snow.
It all counts.
- Okay.
- How about rent a billboard that says, "Let's bone!"
or, "You got nice hair."
- Look, I am intrigued by this theory of hers.
My instincts are messed up,
and statwise, my dump ratio is off the charts lately.
- Lately?
No, you've always gotten burned.
Remember in law school,
that chick who dumped you by fax?
Or the one who ditched you for a party clown?
- That's why I hate clowns.
- I like balloon animals, especially giraffes.
Hey, but with this chick, you can't get dumped.
- You're so right.
That's the beauty of it.
We're both agreeing to end it after five dates.
I think I'm gonna try this.
See if I can come out
without the usual intestine-twisting pain.
What, am I boring you, huh?
I sound like I'm on Oprah's couch?
- Man, Oprah is hot.
- Oops.
- Uh-oh.
Here we go.
- What are we gonna do for Easter?
- I want to get a bunny.
- He's here.
- Hello.
- Hi. - Hey.
- Don't you guys have something to do in the back?
- No. - No.
- Um, could you take these to that place
that ordered them that day
when they called on the phone to ask about them?
Thank you.
- I have not asked you out.
But I'm working on it.
I'm just stumped by the whole romance thing.
The gesture to woo you with.
Jewelry, a stuffed animal, I mean, I just---
you know, a bird?
I don't know what I'm supposed to do.
- Well, you're not supposed to do anything.
You know what, forget it.
It's okay.
Obviously, this is just causing you stress, and---
Let's be friends.
Hey, what's that?
- No, no, hey. - Wait a minute.
Whoa, it's got my name on it.
Let me see.
"Roses are red, violets are blue.
"Will you be my date for my restaurant opening?
I hope you do."
There you go.
- Tapas.
- Tapas!
- Congratulations.
- Thanks.
I can't believe I did it.
I'm really glad you're here.
To our first date.
Is this an okay first date?
- Yes, it's perfect.
- Okay.
- Because date number one is a new beginning.
- Well, this place is gonna take up a lot of my time,
so I got to take it slow with us.
Is there a time frame?
- No.
- Okay.
- What a dump.
I'm just joking.
Nice place, when are you closing?
[laughter]
Best burrito bar I've ever seen.
- Yeah, yeah.
Cal, this is Genevieve, the girl I told you about.
- When?
- Five dates.
- Oh, hello.
I'm Cal, short for callous.
On behalf of men everywhere,
I would just like to say thank you.
You should teach a course to all the crazy clingy broads that l---
Oh, hey, this is Ping.
- Is this your adopted daughter?
- She's my date.
- Oh, good, someone's choking.
- Behave.
- Dude, is there a club of them?
Are there others here?
Oh, get Ping a drink.
- Here you go.
Sorry about Cal.
- He's harmless.
- Yeah, if you're vaccinated.
Hey, l-I saw this and thought of you.
- I love it.
- Yeah, Spanish flowers.
- It's really thoughtful. Thank you.
- Oh, good.
For a while there, it was gonna be a scented candle.
- That would have been nice too.
- What about notepaper?
- Lovely.
- Scarf.
- Ooh, yes.
- Antique stool?
- Uh-uh.
Creepy.
- Really?
- Yeah.
Um, I'm not really a fan of antiques.
You know, they---ugh.
I can kind of only see the person who once had it,
you know, like, their---their dead hand clutching it.
You know?
- Good to know. - Other stuff.
Jazz makes me nervous and nauseous.
And one-sleeve dresses, they're just wrong.
Oh, I'm hot.
No, this arm's cold.
- Got it.
- Okay.
And what are your fears?
- Opening a restaurant.
- How are reservations?
- Mm, a few people have called...
for pizza.
You smell nice.
- This is the good part.
- What?
- The anticipation.
- So thanks for taking the day off work.
- An art gallery opening.
What a great idea.
- Yeah?
Good, good, because you said our second date
should be theatrical or cultural,
so I thought of this or maybe a concert.
- Okay, I don't know what you're thinking to do
about music for your restaurant,
but I saw this band at a wedding I did last year,
and they can play anything.
- That's---that's so thoughtful of you.
- Exhalations.
- ¶ I'm living upside down ¶
¶ Got the world on a string ¶
¶ That I'm swinging around ¶
¶ Once you know what's it like ¶
¶ With your feet off the ground ¶
¶ The right way up is upside down ¶
¶ I'm living inside out ¶
- It's called Manifest Destiny.
It's called Train Tracks.
- Isn't it beautiful?
- [gasps]
- $2,000.
- What?
Let me see that.
This one's called I Hate Grandma.
- For real?
- No.
- What's it called?
- Yellow Dot.
- I don't see it.
Mm-mm.
- ¶ I'm living upside down ¶
¶ Got the world on a string that I'm swinging around ¶
¶ Once you know what it's like with your feet off the ground ¶
¶ The right way up is upside down ¶
¶ Yeah ¶
- I'm so glad you didn't like it.
- I'm so glad you didn't like it either.
Now, on date number two,
we do the requisite trading of familial background information.
- A sister, two parents, all close.
- Okay, no siblings, parents divorced,
not close to my father.
- Why not?
- My dad cheated.
- Oh, that must have been hard.
- Well, I plan to get over it one day.
- Yeah, yeah, it's good to let that seething anger fester
for a long time.
- Well, changing the subject,
you owe me something private back.
- Uh, jeez.
Oh, one time I heard my parents.
- No, no. - Yeah, yeah.
- Uh-uh.
- Couldn't look 'em in the eye till I was in college.
"Hey, Mom, Dad."
Yep.
Weird.
This is a fun date.
- You like my system, huh?
- Yeah, so far, so good.
I mean, no expectations
or wondering if the other person is looking
for some kind of a commitment.
Worrying about the first kiss.
- Yeah, that's over.
- I'm, uh...
not really good with
the public display of affection kind of thing.
- Oh, okay.
Okay.
Oh.
- Go, uh, go back.
Go back to the part about kissing him.
- Wait, when's the next date?
When's the next date? - Eight days.
I told him date number three should be an adventure.
I can't wait.
- I can't wait.
- Cal recommended this place.
- Ah.
- Okay, this sake's called Nigori,
and it's very unique.
Later we're going to try Junmai, which is very pure.
- Okay.
But here's the adventure.
Sake bomb.
- Ah.
[laughter]
- All right!
It's time for Kamikaze Karaoke!
Whoo!
[laughter]
Where I pick the songs nobody knows.
All right, our first player is...
seat number six.
Look under your chair for your number.
Seat six.
[woman screaming]
Come on down!
Come on!
Come on, hurry up!
- That's my number.
What's my song?
- You are singing Polly Wolly Doodle.
- I don't know the words.
- No one does.
That's why it's Kamikaze Karaoke.
- Did you know about this?
- No.
- ¶ Oh I went down south ¶
¶ For to see my Sal ¶
¶ Polly wolly doodle all day ¶
[applause]
- That was great.
That was great.
Despite what everyone thinks, that was fantastic.
- ¶ Nobody knows ¶
¶ The trouble I've seen ¶
¶ Glory hallelujah ¶
- Whoo!
- All right, that was wonderful.
I don't know what song that was, but that was fantastic.
Go ahead, have a seat.
Sorry, your time onstage is done.
Thank you very much, sir.
Okay, next up, seat number...
33.
33?
Come on, don't be shy.
33.
33!
- Genevieve.
- Then go.
- No way.
- Go.
- Mm-mm.
- That's me.
- All right!
All right, there you go.
Hi.
Okay, you have There's No Livin' Without Your Lovin'.
- Okay.
- All right.
- Thank you.
¶ If I ¶
¶ Can't love you ¶
¶ Till the day I die ¶
¶ Then baby ¶
¶ Oh, baby ¶
¶ What good am l? ¶
¶ If I can't reach out ¶
¶ And know that you'll be there ¶
¶ Then this old world ain't spinning anywhere ¶
¶ And there's no livin' ¶
¶ Without your lovin' ¶
- And the fella!
You can do it.
Something.
- [wheezing]
- Oh, come on!
You suck.
Whoo-hoo!
Enough abuse for you.
Come on down there, missy.
That was fantastic.
All right.
Big round of applause.
- Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- Should we go?
- No, no.
I-I could never get up there.
It's too public.
- That's what's fun about karaoke.
- I couldn't get up there.
- Aha.
So you do have a fear.
- No, no fear, just a choice,
a choice not to act like an idiot and do something stupid.
- ¶ Buffalo gals ¶
¶ Can't you come out tonight ¶
- I don't know, I think sometimes it's fun
to do something stupid.
- That's 'cause you're fun, and you're easy-going,
and nothing phases you, and there's no pretense.
And you're blushing.
- I am?
- Yeah.
Should we order?
- Yeah, um, see if they have public humiliation on the menu.
- They do.
I just had it as an appetizer.
[applause]
- I think it's interesting.
These southern gentlemen,
they're not loud and show-offy like us.
You know, he's a gentleman.
He doesn't do stupid things.
- He's different.
- I don't know, she's just so alive, so fearless.
Best part, no rules.
- Yeah, well, that's different.
- She's different.
- Who?
Did her.
- Why are we friends?
- Hello, canoe tip.
I saved your life at summer camp?
- No, no, no, I saved your life, pal.
- And I've been loyal to you ever since.
- Here comes Genevieve.
- Who's that?
I got to get to court.
Thanks for the nachos.
- Hello.
- Hi.
- So I was thinking.
Why not get a stellar review
and make your place the talk of the town?
- Oh, it's that easy.
- Yeah.
- Well, I'm not ready.
The menu's still in transition.
It's just a little neighborhood joint.
- Really?
Well, I thought you'd say that.
So I told him what a nice, hardworking guy you are,
and that opening a restaurant
is this huge, big change in your life,
and he said when you're ready for a review,
you just call the paper, okay?
- You called the critic?
- Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Oh, you're welcome.
- Well, I should go.
- Okay.
- Happy.
- Think so?
I'd say unhappy.
- What looks unhappy about him?
- Stooped shoulders.
Big sigher, watch.
Wait for it.
- Oh.
You're good.
- I have a gift.
- Yeah, all right. - Watch.
Pretty upbeat guy.
Worried about office politics.
- Oh, is that right?
- Pretty upbeat gal.
Worried about...
nothing?
- I told you, happy all the time.
- Or just doesn't think about things that make her unhappy.
Hmm?
Look at little old lady.
Happy.
- Yeah.
- Hey, Tim, can I ask you a question?
- Keep it clean.
- Genevieve's really not into commitment?
- No, no, just fun.
- What do you think about this five dates theory?
- I got a wife, two kids, two mortgages, nosy in-laws,
a dog that humps my La-Z-Boy, and no peace.
I think she's a genius.
- She makes me feel like---
it's hard to explain, but like I can do no wrong.
I'm planning dates.
I'm buying little gifts.
That's not me, but I like it.
So I want to do something really special for her.
- What do you have in mind?
From Greg.
- [gasps]
Oh, my.
"ln my fantasy, you're wearing these with nothing but a smile."
Oh, my.
- Let's see.
[all talking at once]
I don't think so.
- I'll be honest,
I don't know if I can beat that restaurant's curse.
- You will.
So this is pretty.
- Antique.
- Bleah.
Thanks for making dinner.
- You said it would make a great fourth date.
- Oh, thanks for listening.
- To our fourth date in three months.
- Yeah.
- You know, for me, romances are usually this fast whirlwind,
and l...
I've just really enjoyed taking the time to get to know you.
- Yeah, me too.
- So what's this now?
- Marinated peppers.
- Mm, that's hot.
How hot?
- ¶ Love knocks you down ¶
¶ Or it takes you off guard ¶
¶ But I have to admit that I'm glad ¶
¶ It happened this way ¶
¶ 'Cause it opened my eyes ¶
¶ to the sight of this beautiful world ¶
¶ When you smile at me ¶
¶ I'm inclined to believe everything's right ¶
¶ When the dark turns to light in your eyes ¶
¶ And it's a beautiful world ¶
¶ Have us melt away when you're here ¶
- This is the most fun I've ever had.
- Me too.
- Oh, great, now I got to get one of these
for my wife for Mother's Day.
- Good morning, beautiful boys.
- Your skin is very clear.
- Your eyes are so white.
[together] They did it!
¶ They did it They did it ¶
- Hey.
This is none of your business.
- We're so proud of you.
- Deets.
I need details.
- Oh, I would never.
I'm a lady.
Please.
- Oh.
- Okay.
Then we won't ask you about it.
- Good. - Fine.
- Super fine.
I have mail to open.
- Tim, orchids for the Mother's Day rush?
- Friday.
- How are my eyebrows?
- Very Gwen Stefani during pregnancy.
- He cooked for me.
- Go on. Go on.
- I slept over for two nights.
- Ah!
Go on.
- Okay, so this is date number four.
- Yeah.
- And there's one more date after this.
- Yes.
- And after date number five, it's over.
- Yes.
- You seem different.
- How? - I don't know.
- Hi.
What are we doing?
- Can you see Greg?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Does he look sick or injured or on fire?
- No.
It's been four days?
- Yeah.
Four days.
Why hasn't he called me?
- He'll call.
- I'm not gonna feel it.
- Dude, check it out.
It's crazy.
It's like I'm reborn.
Hello.
- What'll it be today, Genevieve?
Pears and brie?
Pāté and celery sticks.
- I'll have a meatball sandwich.
- He hasn't called yet, huh?
- How are ya?
- Good.
- How are you?
- Good.
- How are you?
- Good. - Good.
- How are ya?
- Good.
- Good, good.
- That's on the house.
Genevieve...
To go.
- What's going on?
- Pardon?
- You didn't call.
- What do you mean?
- What do you think, you can just have your way with me?
- But you said---
- What? What did I say?
- Five dates, then move on.
No anger, no recriminations, no commitments.
- Right.
We had four dates.
- Four?
No, five.
- What are you talking about?
- Restaurant opening, date one.
Art gallery, two.
Karaoke, date three.
Dinner at my place, date four.
Than you stayed over that night and the next.
So I thought that whole next day and night was five dates.
- Yeah, I'm just kidding.
[laughs]
- You are?
- I'm---I'm joking.
Yeah, that makes five dates.
It was a lovely love affair.
- Yeah, it was great, and---
- But the romance is gone,
so we must move on.
- No, but do we have to move on?
- Yes, any more dates would be a relationship,
and those do not work.
- I want to---
- All right, see you.
Oh, my God, my sandwich.
So hungry. Bye.
- But when?
When?
When is she coming back?
- Don't you work?
- Yes.
- Hi, thanks for coming in.
- Oh.
I heard.
What happened?
- He thought we had five dates.
Why on Earth would he think a sleepover equals another date?
- Maybe because it sort of does?
- Can you be quiet?
- But maybe it does a little bit for boys, maybe.
Date, sleepover, no?
Do you want another date?
- No.
- But maybe you do.
- No.
- Yes!
Maybe this could be a relationship, maybe.
- No!
- Fine.
- Oh, and let's just be clear, okay?
It was four dates.
- Five.
Bye.
Got to go.
[girls laughing]
- Hey, what's this place called?
- Get on Tapas.
- That's dirty.
- Stupid, stupid, stupid.
- What'd I do?
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- Yeah.
No, no, no.
No, I got to---I got to--- really.
- Really? Come on, really?
- I think I'm catching something.
You better watch it, or you will too.
- Hey, what happened to that one you were not dating?
- Five dates, it's over.
- Attaboy.
- Yeah, have fun, man.
- Let's roll.
Who's first?
- Make that booty call.
- It's complicated.
- No, honey, my bowels are complicated.
Life is simple.
Call her.
- If you knew a certain gesture like, say, calling
would be considered needy and therefore a turnoff
but you wanted to call
and you felt this call could be welcomed this one time
if you were the one person
who took a chance to do something different,
maybe even some would call it romantic,
like calling for another date,
a date that, if someone were counting,
could be numbered above five, say six,
do you think that would be considered manly?
No, no serķas masculino.
Serķas un pendejo.
- Gracias.
- One new message.
- Hi, it's me, your dad.
Well, I guess I missed you again.
Maybe I have an old number for you.
Did I say it's me?
Give me a call some time.
[knocks on door]
[together] Happy birthday!
- Hi, Mom.
- This is delicious.
- I made it from a Top Chef recipe.
It's called gateau.
Now, wouldn't you think that's made from a cat's toe?
But it's G, gateau.
It means "cake" in French.
Oh, Genevieve.
Your father said you never call him.
- You talk to Dad?
- Of course.
He was my life for 25 years.
- Oh, not the photo.
Okay.
- No way.
- He had affairs.
- Um...
So are you seeing anybody now, Mrs. Gernier?
- Oh, please say you are.
- Okay.
- [laughs]
I wouldn't know a thing about dating anymore.
- Oh, ask Genevieve.
She's an expert on dating.
- Okay.
Hey, hey.
Well, we have to get to work.
So, okay?
- Well, hey, you guys owe me 40 bucks for these cameras.
- You gave it to me.
- No, I didn't. I said I'd buy---
- You gave these to me.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean for that to get weird.
- Thanks for coming by.
Mom, thanks for the cake. - Oh, come on.
- Happy birthday, dear.
- Oops.
- Uh-oh.
- So now the restaurant is a success.
Ah!
I told him about that reviewer and the band.
- Do you want to go inside?
- No.
- You could flirt with the band in front of Greg.
- Okay.
Do I have anything in my teeth?
[fake laughter]
- No, you are okay.
- Really? - Yeah.
- What about here, is it like the rings of Saturn?
These are tight.
- Yeah.
Should I pull them up? - I think so.
- It's like--- it's like they're---
- Genevieve.
- [chuckling]
- Genevieve.
- What?
Ah!
No, no.
- I know.
I'm so sorry.
Nobody saw. - Really?
- Yeah, I don't think so.
Maybe a lot of people.
No, I don't think so.
I know what will cheer you up.
- What?
- There's a really, really cute guy
working at the second run movie theater.
- Oh, they always smell like dust.
- Yeah, I love that.
- Okay, go flirt.
- Don't scrapbook him.
- I'll try.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hi, Mom.
- What are you doing? - Nothing.
- Has he called?
I think he's gonna call you.
- Pride, it ruins relationships.
- Look, we have to do something.
- Yeah, we do.
- Why can't she just admit she wants another date?
- Why can't he say it first?
- 'Cause guys don't do that.
- But that's the problem.
We not only have to figure out our own feelings.
We have to tell you what's going on in your tiny heads.
- No, we have to do everything.
We have to plan the date,
have to make sure it's something you've never done before,
have to think of romantic gifts for you.
- There you go.
- We have to listen to you.
Oh, please tell me more about how you're a mixed media artist
who used to only work exclusively with found objects,
but now you work with cork.
- Look, Genevieve has been nothing but kind to us, right?
And she's always there to listen to us
and give us advice whenever and wherever we need it.
- I would be lost without her.
- We would all be lost without her.
- You guys, before you met Genevieve,
had you ever kissed anything not made of plastic?
- Four dates?
[all talking at once]
- Shut it! Shut it!
How's about you finish what you started?
- Yeah. - Right?
- Hey, we got an invitation.
"To all who made Get on Tapas a success,
"please join us for a Spanish Feast of the Assumption
"August 15th.
See you there, Greg Gatlin."
Well, someone is making assumptions
we're all available August 15
and making assumptions we care
whether his restaurant broke the stupid curse.
He's not even Spanish.
Poser.
- Oh, we're going.
- Have a good time.
- We're all going.
You will wear a pretty dress, plus lipstick,
and I'm gonna wax those eyebrows right now.
Bill, get more glue sticks.
Her legs are so hairy,
it looks like she's wearing pants.
Come here, Steve Carell's chest.
- Uh-uh. No.
[Spanish guitar music]
¶ ¶
- Bartender?
Big drink for the lady.
- What's your plan?
- Okay, around 10:00---
- Uh-uh-uh. - Hmm?
- The stroke of midnight.
- Okay, at the stroke of midnight,
I'm gonna present her with these roses on this comb.
- Dude, did you make that yourself?
Lose the comb.
Just give her roses.
- Okay.
At the stroke of midnight,
I'm going to present her with some roses, no comb,
and ask for the other date,
which, depending on your interpretation of five dates---
'cause I do think that I counted correctly.
- No, no, no.
Cut that last part.
- Okay.
- Now, make it right.
- Okay, scatter.
- Oh, sorry.
- Oh, hey.
Ginger, you changed your hair.
- What's going on?
- But you had your five dates.
You're done.
My turn.
- Go get some air.
- All right.
You had your five dates.
- Oh, you had your five dates, and you're done.
- I see. I see.
So you just hand me off to your shallow friend?
- You---you know I didn't hand you off.
- Still, you are not a gentleman.
- What?
- You suddenly decide four dates is five?
- It was five.
- No, a sleepover doesn't count as a date.
- Sorry, I didn't read your instruction manual.
- What does that mean?
- It means that you act like you believe c'est la vie,
have fun, everyone, there are no rules,
but you are all rules.
You control everything.
Who will woo you for exactly how long---
five dates--- then good-bye.
- You entered this willingly,
and then you blame me 'cause you can't count.
- Oh, I get it now.
I just figured it out.
You're so scared of being hurt,
that you pretend to have this philosophy
about relationships not being normal.
Your fear of intimacy's only matched
by your ridiculous fantasy life.
You act like you live in the opening credits
of some French film.
You control everything
so it doesn't turn into something real.
- I like French films.
- Well, they're not real, just like you.
- Roses should work.
Oh, here he comes.
- Dude, now?
- Whee!
Oh, you can catch 'em on your tongue.
- Want to go?
- Yep, big time.
- Oh, no.
Maybe you should go back and talk to him.
- No, he hates me.
I feel naked.
I feel like Greg can see right through me.
- So?
Does being vulnerable make you weak?
- It's so my mom.
I never understood why my mom let my dad see her pain.
I wanted her to act like, "Well, you cheated.
Get out."
But she cried to him.
I remember when she found out.
She sat down at the kitchen table...
and her eyes went back and forth
as if she was trying to add something in her head.
And then he left.
- And you decided no one would ever make you feel that way.
- Well...
it's over.
- It's over.
- That's no fair.
I wasn't looking, do-over.
- Get up.
- No, I'm good.
You dodged a bullet, buddy.
- No, I didn't.
- No, you didn't.
- [fake laughter]
I'd love to go on a date with you.
Be back at the shop in five minutes.
[cell phone ringing]
- Yo, everybody, it's ten minutes to midnight.
- Hey, guys, it's almost midnight.
Whoo-hoo!
- Cal says you like wine.
- Do you have any Zinfandel?
- Same thing.
- Ooh, a spritzer.
Yummy.
You're so inventive.
So anyway, my sister,
not the bi-polar one, the other one.
[voices overlapping]
- Hi.
- I'm seeing someone.
- Um...
Oh, boy, that's great.
- It's new.
Do you have any love advice for me?
- Oh, Mom, I don't think you want advice from me.
- Six.
- It's time.
- Five, four, three, two, one.
Happy New Year!
- My eyes are bleeding!
Mom!
You're dating John?
- Yeah.
And he's ten years younger than me.
I'm a cougar.
[laughter]
- And I'm a young buck.
- I forgot.
- Okay.
- I made you a scrapbook of your life.
I Ask Jeeved, Googled, and Classmate.com'd you, and...
there is a whole page of collage of your lips.
- I love it!
- Tammy, you're adorable.
And I got you this paper weight
that magnifies your baby picture.
- Oops. - Uh-oh.
- Sorry.
- Ow.
- Uh-oh. - Table for one.
- Only the lonely.
Serving only the lonely.
- Chilly, isn't it?
- Do you know anyone we know out here?
- No, I used to.
- Who's that?
- She looks like someone we used to know.
She was the most romantic, happy person who loved love.
Then she turned into a shriveled, twisted---
- Stop. Okay.
I think you need to tell Greg that you're scared.
- You know, you think this is fear.
This is instinct.
Avoiding pain is how humans have survived.
You think we'd still be here, if we didn't know---
"Oh, look, there's a saber-toothed tiger.
Let's run before it eats us."
- Honey, did you just see your mom?
- Uh-huh.
I did.
- Let go.
Forgive the past.
- What is that?
What are you doing?
- It's a moment.
- Can we give you some advice?
- No.
All right, bring it.
- Woo him.
- You baked him muffins?
- Isnt that a tiny bit "think of me as your cousin Ethel?"
- Really?
It took me all night to think of that.
This is hard.
What do guys like besides pizza and morning sex?
Okay, I have to focus.
I have to focus.
I have to think, "What does he want?"
What does he want?
Because he will call me.
He will call me.
- So he sent a thank-you note.
- Mm-hmm.
- Still no call?
- Uh-uh.
- What does this even mean?
What does it mean?
"Genevieve, thank you for the gifts.
Greg."
I don't---I don't know what else to do.
I've sent Rangers tickets
and chocolates and Simpsons DVDs.
I mean, I don't get it. What do men want?
- A cellulite seaweed wrap, a diamond dog collar,
and a karaoke machine.
- Ugh, karaoke's a no.
- Can I cancel it?
- No, we'd be out of business.
- It's gonna suck.
- Yes.
But it always does.
[telephone ringing]
- Roses for Whatever.
- A thank-you note?
She sent you all those gifts, and you didn't call?
- I want to call.
Am I an idiot?
- In general, I don't know.
Love makes you crazy.
You should call her.
- I said horrible things to her.
What do I say now?
And the probability ratio of a failed relationship working?
Zero to none.
- But this never was a relationship.
- Come on.
- Stupid fake holiday.
- I know.
It's just a day of pressure, isn't it?
I mean, even if you're in a relationship, which I'm not,
it's just a day that makes you feel inadequate.
Am I doing enough for this person?
Did I get a big enough gift?
Do I even know this person?
And what about those candy hearts?
"Be mine."
Like you got to be somebody's to matter, right?
I mean, I'm not anybody's now, but I've been before.
- ¶ Love love love love ¶
¶ Will get you through the hardest day ¶
- Chocolates for Genevieve.
Happy Valentine's Day.
- John, it's a good day for you because you're dating my mom,
a visual that if I let it burn through my retinas,
will sear a hole through my skull,
and my brain will leak onto my neck.
This is why you are happy on this day.
I have seen this day for what it is, a hollow sham.
I will sell many roses to many fools on this day
who have not seen the light as I have.
Valentine's Day blows!
Don't get your hopes up today.
Some man will just crush them.
No!
[telephone rings]
- Mine!
Roses for Fooling Yourself that Romance Exists.
- You want to work in the back today.
- May I help you?
- Okay, who was first?
[voices overlapping]
- Tim.
- Oh, hey.
What's up?
- Tim.
I don't know anything about anything anymore.
What do I do?
- How do I know?
I'm from the world of
"not tonight, the kid puked on me."
- Yeah, but sometimes it's nice, right?
- Well...
This morning, the kids are running around like crazy.
Annie's standing in the kitchen making pancakes,
hair's all messed up,
her breath could've knocked a buzzard off a port-a-potty,
and...
when she wasn't looking,
I reached out and take the pancake syrup,
and I spelled "Happy V-Day" out on her plate.
She cried, you know.
- Do I have it all wrong?
Is that what love is?
- You know, it's not---it's not butterflies in my tummy love,
you know, but...
But, you know, even on the bad days,
you get there, you see her and the kids,
and, I mean, yeah, I think,
"Yeah, it's good to be home."
Anyway, that's what love is to me.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Tell the boys I need to go.
- Hi, Dad.
- Genevieve, jeez.
It's so good to see you.
How are you?
- Dad...
you never should've cheated on Mom.
- Well...
I don't see how my relationship with your mother concerns you.
- Well, guess what.
It does.
It messed us all up.
It really hurt Mom,
and how was I ever supposed to trust a man after that?
It changed me.
It's taken me years to figure this out.
I thought all I ever did was fall in love,
but really I made sure I never did.
So, yeah, it does concern me,
and you were wrong to do it.
But I love you.
Good-bye.
- Boy, I can't wait till I get home to my old lady.
- Did you get her a Valentine's card that says,
"Hey, old lady, glad you're alive."
- I meant my dog.
She's old, and her name is Lady.
- Sorry.
- I like old things.
Lady was 11 when I got her from the pound.
That antique stool,
I found that when I was in Kentucky on the road.
It's almost 200 years old.
- Don't you find it kind of creepy,
like you can still see the old dead guy sitting on it?
- I do now.
- Good talk.
- Hey, you're out of TP.
Any girls show up, looking for me?
I hooked us up with some paralegals.
You get Melissa.
I get Doreen.
- Oh, wait a minute.
- Why do I stand here with my hands in my metaphorical pockets
chained to my comfortable spot of fear?
- Are you rehearsing for a play?
- No, man, I'm talking about Genevieve.
- Oh, come on.
- I miss her.
I want to see her again.
- By summer, I want to lose five pounds.
- I blew it, man.
I'm a complete moron.
- We're guys.
It's an accepted fact of our sex that we do stupid stuff.
- What'd you say?
- I need to shed the L-Bs:, I'm getting chunky.
- No, no, about guys doing stupid stuff.
- I don't know.
I don't listen.
- Men do stupid things.
- Yes.
Yeah, think about it.
I mean, that's how great things happen.
Take the Wright brothers.
What is smart about jumping off a cliff
strapped to wooden wings?
Wood is heavy.
- That's it.
I got to do something stupid.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
- What's open? - What's happening?
- May I borrow that?
- For two bucks, you can own it.
- Deal.
- Plus a week's free tapas.
- Make it a month.
- Deal. - Cal, get me some scissors.
Cut that off.
[telephone rings]
- I'm alive, okay?
- Yeah, but are you watching Jerry Maguire again?
- No, I am not.
- Wait, is that jazz outside your window?
- Oh, it is.
Yuck, jazz.
What are you doing?
- Genevieve.
Here's stuff that scares you.
Here's something that scares me.
¶ If I ¶
¶ Can't love you ¶
¶ Till the day I die ¶
¶ Then baby ¶
¶ Oh, baby ¶
¶ What good am l? ¶
¶ If I can't reach out ¶
¶ Know that you'll be there ¶
¶ Then this whole world ain't spinning anywhere ¶
¶ 'Cause's there's no livin' ¶
¶ Without your lovin' ¶
¶ Without the thrill of your magic touch ¶
¶ There's no livin' ¶
¶ Without your lovin' ¶
- You're an idiot!
- No, you are.
But I love you.
- Well, that makes you a bigger idiot.
And I love you too.
Now go away.
- Okay, everybody.
On three.
One, two, three.
Genevieve.
Will you be my valentine?
- You're still an idiot.
- So are you.
Enough of your dumb system.
Are you my girlfriend?
- Yeah, I'm your girlfriend.
You're my boyfriend.
- Some of these relationships work, you know.
- Okay, I'm willing to try,
but I think we should set some rules,
because I don't know---
- Stop talking.
- Make me.
- ¶ You have never been so happy ¶
¶ Dancing swinging laughing at me ¶
¶ Smile on your face ¶
¶ It's happiness for days ¶
¶ Spin around you say ¶
¶ Tangled up together in this place ¶
¶ Oh, yeah ¶
¶ Tomorrow's going on forever ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better way ¶
¶ You are everything I need ¶
¶ Happy ever after we'll be ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better way ¶
¶ All that you say ¶
¶ All that you mean to me ¶
¶ All that you say ¶
¶ Counts all our yesterdays ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better way ¶
¶ A better way ¶
¶ I have never been so happy ¶
¶ Dancing swinging laughing at me ¶
¶ Smile on my face ¶
¶ It's happiness for days ¶
¶ Flowers in the garden grow ¶
¶ Sun will shine on us below ¶
¶ All our days ¶
¶ Growing up and old together ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better way ¶
¶ You are everything I need ¶
¶ Happy ever after we'll be ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better ¶
¶ Once upon a life together ¶
¶ Couldn't even dream a better way ¶
- ¶ Come on go slow ¶
¶ It's oh no ¶
¶ I want to feel your lips in every way ¶
¶ I know how ¶
¶ In offer I place my mouth ¶
¶ on little places only God knows about ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ All night ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ So we can find ¶
¶ All the things that make us more ¶
¶ Yeah, it feels so right ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ All night ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ So I don't have to lie ¶
¶ 'Cause girl that dress fits just right ¶
¶ Let's leave ¶
¶ Quick slip your coat on ¶
¶ But don't forget how to be just as quick ¶
¶ Slipping off ¶
¶ The silent voice in your eyes ¶
¶ Begging me to run ¶
¶ Run ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ All night ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ So we can find ¶
¶ All the things that make us more ¶
¶ And it feels so right ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ All night ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ So I don't have to lie ¶
¶ 'Cause girl that dress fits just right on you ¶
¶ Normally, sweetie ¶
¶ I don't know it's you ¶
¶ But don't you see that ¶
¶ I love you ¶
¶ Girl, I love you ¶
¶ Oh soft skin ¶
¶ All those nights ¶
¶ Of sweet sins ¶
¶ God forgive us ¶
¶ Only you know ¶
¶ It's just your love rejoicing ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ All night ¶
¶ Let's dance ¶
¶ So we can find ¶
¶ All the things that make us more ¶
¶ Yeah, it feels so right ¶