Attention, attention
Trente-neuf, quarante
Imagine a war which everyone won
Permanent holiday in endless Sun
Peace without wisdom, one steals to achieve
Relentlessly, pretending to believe
Attitudes are materialistic
Positive or frankly realistic
Which is terribly old-fashioned
Isn't it? Or isn't it?
Dance with me
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
Let's pretend we won a war
Like a football match, ten-nil the score
Anything's possible, we're on the same side
Or otherwise on trial for our lives
I've been around the world
For a number of reasons
I've seen it all, the change of seasons
And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?
Dance with me
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
Now, as a matter of pride
Indulge Yourself, Your every mood
No feast-days or fast-days
Or days of abstinence intrude
Consider for a minute, who You are
What You'd like to change, never mind the scars
Bury the past, empty the shelf
Decide it's time to reinvent Yourself
Like Liz before Betty, she after Sean
Suddenly You're missing then You're reborn
And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?
Dance with me
Let's pretend
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end
And I, my Lord, may I say nothing?
Living in a satellite fantasy
Waiting for the night to end...
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