She's a dolly ballerina
Spinning round on your finger
Pull through paradise, blue-headed fever
All the world comes in full glimpse when you see her
And the beautiful light as you're dead in the eyes
So slow
Twisted sheets and it's you that'll see her
Oh, no, no
Gimme blue romance
Gimme truth or dance
Cus I'd die by the knife
And we head by the line, and I
Give me envy, hey, swinging
