I saw you dancing
You moved like sinatra
On speed
The lights were flashing
And tongues were waging
Over you
Its too late for tring
Too late for denying
All those little things you and me have done
I'm sorry hun
I was hoping
For a recall
Mix of you high from the sun
Ah but nothing
Only lone magpies come
I saw you dancing
You moved like sinatra
On speed
