2 acessos
When she spoke her face was framed with suspended motion
Laughing at all her friends and their mothers notion
I raised to try to see if I could believe her
Knowing her thoughts could not be one to ? ? ?
Everybodys doing something
Very slowly doing nothing
When she woke she spoke about the latest dance craze
Spinning me round her thumbs - transpelled and two-faced
I came round; my shoes were glued to the edge of the dance floor
Flapping my feet in the air, just happy to be there for more
Everybodys doing something
Very slowly doing nothing