I can't believe it I must be dreaming She turns The sound down Says "I am heaving This is a freakshow" and I am screaming She spins The world round I want to stop
Bittersweet again Her opening move Down and out in black Soft shiny and smooth Looks like the alien Crowd got groove She burns her name Into my arm But I can never Get through
To play the game She's trying to lose Her ultraviolet makes it Harder to choose Looks like the edge Of the earth got moved She blurs a way Across the floor I spin To swallow the view
And it's the same sway Yeah It's the same slide It's the same stare Oh It's the same smile Yeah It's the same but It's not quite right
Oh It's insane She shakes like a freak Stuck in the middle Of the room for a week Looks like the only way To get on the beat Is take her up On how to swing But I am Missing my feet
And it's the same sway Yeah It's the same slide It's the same swish Oh It's the same smile Yeah It's the same but It's not quite right
I'm in a step, out She two more steps Down For three steps up Clap And go around Ow It makes my head buzz She wants to come now I try to stop
Always infradig her Finishing move Up and down in black Soft shiny and smooth Looks like the alien Crowd got groove She cuts a number Out my arm But I can never Get through
To play this game She's trying to lose The stuff from Mars Makes it harder To choose Looks like The final frontier Got moved She blurs a way Across the floor I spin to swallow The view
And it's the same sway Yeah It's the same slide it's the same strip oh it's the same smile Yeah it's the same But it's not Quite right
I can't believe it I must be dreaming She turns The lights up Says she is leaving This is a freakshow And I am beaten She spins The world round I have to stop
Compositores: Robert James Smith, Simon Johnathon Gallup, Paul Stephen Thompson (Porl Thompson), Jason Toop Cooper ECAD: Obra #2782654 Fonograma #2033437