I imagine ballroom dancing 'neath your tight
electric shirt
There will be chairs there
will be tables
there'll be spoons but
there'll be no one else
I imagine ballroom
dancing beneath your tight synthetic skirt
Now tell me don't that sound romantic better
than
love in the attic years ago
Don't tell me i'm crazy
I dreamt the sun
was radiating blue
But doctors have cleared
me
It's just a case of too much missing
you
I imagine ballroom dancing 'neath your
tight synthetic shirt
There will be chairs
there will be tables
there'll be spoons but
baby no one else
I imagine ballroom dancing
beneath your tight electric skirt
Now honey
don't that sound romantic better than
love
in the attic years ago
I'd die for a
maybe
But pardon me i'm not a desperate
man
Just paranoid lately
You'll never
know, they drop the bomb,
it's the end