Careless whispers
DLesly version bachata
I feel so un-sure,
As I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor.
As the mu-sic dies…
So-m’thing in your e-e-e-yes,
Calls to mind a sil-ver screen,
And all those sad good-byes.
I’m ne-ver gon-na dance a-gain,
Guil-ty feet have go-ot no rhy-thm.
Though it’s ea-sy to pre-tend,
I know you’re not a fo-ol.
Should have no bet-ter than to cheat a friend,
And waste the chan-ance that I’_ d been gi-i-ven.
So I’m ne-ver gon-na dance a-gain,
The way I danced with you-ou-ou.
Ti-me can ne-ver me-end,
The ca-r’less whis-pe-e-ers of a good friend.
To the heart and mind,
If your ans-wer’s ki-i-i-ind…
The-re’s no com-fort in the truth,
Pain is a-all you’ll fi-i-ind.
I’m ne-ver gon-na dance a-gain,
Guil-ty feet have go-ot no rhy-thm.
Though it’s ea-sy to pre-tend,
I know you’re no-ot a fo-ol.
Should have no bet-ter than to cheat a friend,
And waste the chance that I’_ d been gi-i-ven.
So I’m ne-ver gon-na dance a-gain,
The way I danced with you-ou-ou.
I’m ne-ver gon-na dance a-gain,
Guil-ty feet have go-ot no rhy-thm.
Though it’s ea-sy to pre-tend,
I know you’re no-ot a fo-ol.
Should have no bet-ter than to cheat a friend,
And waste the chance that I’_ d been gi-ven.
So I’m ne-ver gon-na dance a-gain,
you-ou-ou.-
