A Dancer Stole My Heart

I want to love you, but a dancer stole my heart I should have known he was a burglar from the start 'Cause all along, he had that dancing walk That only devils have and sinners stalk I want to tell you, but a writer took my words I should have known with him, my voice would not be heard 'Cause all along, he tried to start a war The kind that only writers start and fools fall for I want to kiss you, but a singer stole my lips He had magic at his icy fingertips I should have known he's take a piece of me And that our consonance would cease to be Hope for the breaking of past lovers' spells When there's room in my bed for a somebody else But until that day comes, I'm afraid, we'll be saying goodbye I want to want you, but a young man took my hand He led me somewhere neither one of us had planned And now he's nothing but an empty space A phantom presence on my pillowcase His breathing wakes me like my window in the breeze And what with singer, dancer, writer, it's a squeeze So forgive me please for sounding cruel But I'm afraid this bed's already full Hope for the day when a man finds his way Through the gorse and the hawthorn to where I will lay The kiss that he places on my patient face is The one to break the spell Then, with the breaking of past lovers' spells There'll be room in my bed for a somebody else But until that day comes, I'm afraid we'll be saying goodbye Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye