Spin my world around, spin my world around.
Slow down your heart.
Paint me red with hesitation.
I wrote to you in a foreign tongue
to present you with something good.
Do I seem misunderstood to you?
Slow motion, slow motion.
No telegraph could reach you.
No telegraph could break through.
Too late too soon.
What's it take to get through to you now?
Dial seven digits and pound again.
I know I'm not your best friend.
You complicate and recreate these conversations.
I can't win.
So what is your goal?
To tease me so beautiful?
What is your goal?
I don't know, go back to high school
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"Belly Dancer" as written by Terry Hall Lynval Golding
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