Secret Service - The Dancer | Текст песни

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• Secret Service
• The Dancer

It was a simple story of provocation
No claim of aim no glory - just degradation
That might be an answer fading away
Crawling like a shadow wanting to stay

Oh-oh

It was a simple story
Burning heart too learning
When you tip-top cross the floor
It's hard to face a music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
Burning heart too learning
Like I froze on picture frame
No one else can help me stop the pain

There's not a hint of priesting, no investigation
At dance my mind resisting to much citation
All that midnight fair dolls sharing my bed
Mixing up the reasons inside my head

Oh-oh

It was a simple story
Burning heart too learning
When you tip-top cross the floor
It's hard to face a music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
Burning heart too learning
When you tip-top cross the floor
It's hard to face a music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
No one else can help me stop the pain

Burning heart too learning
When you tip-top cross the floor
It's hard to face a music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
Burning heart too learning
Like I froze on picture frame
No one else can help me stop the pain