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 kinda 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 heeled 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
And 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, oh, no
But I remember you
I remember you
I remember you
Walking out the door
Dancing on the floor
Mmm hmm, mm
You, you, you, you