On [?]
Street light half [?]
Black [?]
Subway turnstile
Our gazes met
Lingered a while
I can't forget
[?] smile

I can't forget
It was the style
I can't forget
It was the style

And when we danced
And shifted
[?]
With [?]
She in my arms
I in her wile
I was caught
Gone by a mile
[?]
It was the style

I can't forget
It was the style
I can't forget
It was the style
I watch the room
All glowing [?]
[?] tomb
The notes are there
From here I gaze
No place to share
I picturе her
[?] her somewhеre
She recalled
That same smile
Her hair was up
It was the style

I can't forget
It was the style
I can't forget
It was the style

It was the style