Several Styles of Blonde Girls Dancing
Carry me to your blue bed
My memory was not serving me so correctly (i walked in and kissed the wrong one)
Is that what I want or is that what I am?
I respect you (i inspect you)
I respect you
I respect you
Carry me to your blue bed
Watching you move is like sensing
The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams
Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air
You perceive me
You receive me
You retrieve me
You reprieve me
Carry me to your blue bed
Rushing up to meet me
Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed
Is that what I want
Sensing the scheme
Watching you move I should know better
I calculate, the buildings change and there
I go again emerging from the underground not knowing where I am
A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky
The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain
Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules
The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this
Autor(es): Mark Gane / Martha Johnson
