The Old Fashioned Way
Well according to the shadows
We should be getting home
According to the shadows
We should be getting on
With your lucky lucky fingers
And your caterpillar eyes
I promise to be gentle
And I promise to be nice
Some love is short, some love is long
Sing to the ghosts of a dream gone wrong
A new style hit the city
A nueva bossa craze
Dance into the future
In the old fashioned ways
Perfect your dimensions
Teeth as white as white
I promise to be gentle
And I promise to be nice
Writer/s: Dean Wareham
