caricatures of your wrecking ball gown in my mind, all the time I wanna be in that damsel patterned alley where you go, for a smoke and sorrow slow dances, the phones are lighting up taking no chances, close but never close enough been watching cowboy films, on gloomy afternoons tempting the solitude put on your dancing shoes, and show me what to do i know you've got the moves all my own stunts, high noon has changed its tune making off, sinking hearts and sorrow slow dances around the edges of a line taking no chances, the last one out's…. been watching cowboy films, on gloomy afternoons tempting the solitude put on your dancing shoes, and show me what to do i know you've got the moves