Yeah, yeah, yeah

My name is Junior, from Memphis, Tennessee
My daddy was a hustler and a stranger to me
I don't always know just what to say (now listen)
Do I look familiar in any kind of way?

Well I remember you dancin' on the floor
I remember you walkin' out the door
You had a red dress on and some high heel shoes
You don't remember me but I remember you

You had a margarita, I had a beer
I wondered what a woman
Like you was doing way down here
You tore my heart apart, the moment you left
Junior had a night he would never forget

And I remember you dancin' on the floor
I remember you walkin' out the door
You had a red dress on and some high heel shoes
You don't remember me but I remember you

Well maybe I was just a number
A face without a name
Now and then I wonder
Will I ever be the same?

I remember you dancin' on the floor
I remember you walkin' out the door
You had a red dress on and some high heel shoes
You don't remember me but I remember you

You don't remember me (oh no) but I remember you
I remember you
I remember you
Walkin' out the door, yeah
Dancin' on the floor (mhmm, mm)
You, you, you, you

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): Bill LaBounty, Kevin Moore