The Dancer

It was a simple story
Or provocation
No blame no fame or glory
Just degradation
That might be an answer fading away Growing like a shadow anting to stay Oooooh it was a simple story
Burning hot to learning
When you tip-top cross the floor
It's hard to face the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
No one else can help me stop that pain
There's not a hint of priesting
No investigation
And as my mind resisting
To much citation
All the midnight bad girls
Sharing my bed
Mixing up the reasons inside my head
Ooh it was a simply story
Burning hot to learning
When you tip-top cross the floor It's hard to face the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door.
Burning hot to learning
When you tip-top cross the floor
It’s hard to face the the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door.