Does that mean that Im getting boring?
You tell me
Im tired of listening to myself now
Im tired of fixing things for michael and the rest of them
You know my bip-bopping days are over
I hung my boots up and then retired from the disco floor
Now the centre of my so called being is
The space between your bed and wardrobe with the louvre doors
I said my celibate days are over
You put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
In the mirror of my steamy bathroom
Where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue
Six months on, the winters gone
The disenchanted pony
Left the town with the circus boy
The circus boy got lonely
Its summer, and its sister songs
Been written for the lonely
The circus boy is feeling melancholy
Its got to be fate thats doing it
A spooky witch in a sexy dress has been bugging me
With the story of the way it should be
With the story of sebastian and belle the singer
I said my one man band is over
I hit the drum for the final time and I walked away
I sew you in japanese restaurant
You were doing it for business men on the piano, belle
You said it was a living hell
You said that it was hell