It ain't no new thing, you're down in the groove
That hypnotic sub-trance thing you do
They watch from tables, cold glass in their stare
Resentment head in hand, could have been theirs
Spangles and feathers, and satin and leather,
they painted your face blue
A face in a circus, a cat on a tether,
are only fronting a lonely girl like you
Milk white and platinum flesh on parade
Their faces eat you, their hunger is insatiable
And all the while you dance on in your head
It ain't no new thing they watched while you bled
Needles and candles you carry your works in,
it's all that you can do.
Their faces dissolve well it must have been love,
or the closest thing for a lonely girl like you.
Na na na na na na na na na . . .
I never look at you though
I dont regret you
I wouldn't change the tune
You cannot resolve,
well, it must have been love, or the closest thing
for a lonely girl like you
