First up, this is Fabio
He drives here from Torino
Parking tickets litter
His Fiat Cinquecento

Fiat Cinquecento
His Fiat Cinquecento
Fiat Cinquecento

Amy is the sweetest
Works weekdays in a pet shop
Mixes vodka with her cola
She knows everybody's name

Everybody's name
She knows everybody's name
Everybody's name

It's 5PM on Sunday
No one knows we're dancing
Outside, the sun is blinding
No one knows we're dancing

Behind the bar is Peter
His father is a lawyer
For the EU out of Munich
He does London, Paris, Munich

London, Paris, Munich
He does London, Paris, Munich
London, Paris, Rome

It's 5PM on Sunday
No one knows we're dancing
Outside, the sun is blinding
No one knows we're dancing

All the Croyden boys are over
All the girls and night-off waiters
Sweat falls off the ceiling
We're all trapped in a feeling
(No one knows we're dancing)

It's 5PM on Sunday
No one knows we're dancing
Outside, the sun is blinding
No one knows we're dancing

(No one knows we're dancing)
(No one knows we're dancing)
(No one knows we're dancing) Writer/s: Ben Watt, Tracey Thorn
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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