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 Do I look familiar, in any kind of way? Well I remember you, dancing on the floor I remember you, walking 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 without you You tore my heart apart, the moment you left Junior had a night, he would never forget And I remember you, dancing on the floor I remember you, walking 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, dancing on the floor I remember you, walking 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, but I remember you I remember you I remember you Walking out the door Dancing on the floor You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, you