Would it flatter you to know That mostly it’s you That makes me so slow You say I look so calm But really I’m not, I’m not But I think I want to be from now on
You are still my-y mirror ball I look at you and suddenly I’m a virgin In a dance hall
Would it flatter you to see Me floating about wearing my love even when it doesn’t suit me And I want to Cause in this weather I can’t tell If everyone’s on heat or sun stroked or sweating for no one I can’t tell