It happened on a Saturday night
in a west end bar up town
your magic greets the grand entrance doors
and everybody turns around
I watched you as you swept through the room
like a star of silver screens
caught my breath and
now I no longer wish
for the girl whose in my dreams

you stole the show
a princess like you
glides on through
on your red carpet stage
you stole the show.

In seconds I was right by your side
I introduced myself to you
I took your number I just couldn't resist
What's a man supposed to do
supposed to do
we just knew

so you dined at table nineteen
and all the waiters crowded round
a little smile upon your face
they could see
as you looked at table three
straight at me

Well if thieving is a part of the deal then you've been stealing for real.
ooo you stole it from me
(as vocal war)



Taken from the lyrics of 'The Melting Pot' leaflet.