Bella | Angus And Julia Stone

There goes the gal,
In the pretty skirt with the golden smile that made you feel new.
Like when the marching band strolls the street,
You know another years come too soon.
So you took her hand and she gave a look, that sent you to the moon.
And there you spoke the words of a gentleman
Can I have this dance with you?
Can I share this dance with you?