Sloan Junior Panthers
You touched my hand. I'm not a fan. You held a dance in your basement. The mirror-ball, The horse's stall. There was no arrangement. You're so thin, Where've you been I never got the chance to tell you, Yes or No, I let it go, too long alright. Ohhhhh... Out and about with the Junior Panthers. And now I'm riding on the back. Looking over your shoulder, so you'll know I'm there. I forgot to signal right, Now I'm running the red light. What about your sister, I often miss her... But I see her more than you. Now I see you. I don't see you at all in the mirror ball. Ohhhhh...