I stood there in the shadows of a place we used to go. Drinking Cocktail after Cocktail. Wondering if you'd show. My head started spinning. My mouth was feeling dry. Lost inside the music. I was trying not to cry. If they call it heartache. If they call it heartache. Why is the rest of my body aching. Why is the rest of my body shaking. Please Mr DJ won't you turn the music down. Why can't you understand. I'm too hurt to dance tonight. I was setting looking silent. He said I stood out from the crowd. He offered me a friendly face. To wipe away my fright. But I won't talk to strangers. There words are all the same. So I drowned inside this drinking glass. To take away the pain. If they call it heartache. If they call it heartache. Why is the rest of my body aching?. Why is the rest of my body shaking?. Please Mr DJ won't you turn the music down. Why can't you understand. I'm too hurt to dance tonight. Please Mr DJ won't you turn the music down. Why can't you understand. I'm too hurt to dance tonight