I've follow complications like a bloodhound
So pick me up, twist
Clear the way, she's coming through
With her eyeshadow of satin
Oh my son look at what I've done
But I am
I wanna dance the tango with chance
And I wanna ride
It's not my fault, it can't be my fault
That you
You were from the North, I was from the South
We
Feel it falling off like clothing
Taste it rolling on your
Baby ballerina's hiding somewhere in the corner,
where the shadow
Your warm whispers
Out of the dark they carry my heart
Your
I don't know what I've done
Or if I like what
So the floodgates open but nothing comes out
I'm feeling no
