Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace.
  
  Taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?
  
  Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill?
  
  Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer to anyone who´ll listen is a story you still tell?
  
  You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction
  
  can you see it´s hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say? Its a gentleman excuse me so I´ll take one step to the side, can you get inside your head I´m tired of dancing?
  
  For every one step forward weré taking two steps back, can you geht it inside your had I´m tired of dancing?
  
  I know you still like old fashioned waltzes, your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with as you glide across the floor. But if i told you the music´s over would you want to hear that the dance card is empty that there´s no-one really there? Do you still believe in Santa Claus, that there´s a millionaire looking for your front door with a key to a life that you´d never understand? All i have to offer is the love that i have, it´s freely given, you´ll see ist´s value when you see what i´ve tried to say?
  
  Its a gentleman excuse me so I´ll take one step to the side can you get inside your had I´m tired of dancing? For every one step forward I´m taking two steps back can you get inside your haed that from this one step forward there´s no turning back?
  
  Can you get inside your haed I´m tired of dancing?
  
  We´re finished dancing.