So we'll slow dance slow And if there's no music we'll sing our own And I'll step on your toes In the floor of the kitchen. Singing Blueberry Hill Is all I remember through the haze of the gin Like catching a glance like giving in We blur at the edges. So we'll slow dance slow And if there's no music we'll sing our own And I'll step on your toes In the floor of the kitchen. When the morning comes Our hearts on the floor with all of our clothes And the clouds out the window Waiting to welcome whatever comes next. Singing Blueberry Hill So we'll slow dance slow Yeah, we'll slow dance slow And I'll step on your toes Yeah, I'll step on your toes Singing Blueberry Hill Is all I remember through the haze of the gin Like catching a glance like giving in We blur at the edges.