swirly girly

i was all alone until i found you on the other side of the glimmering ballroom there wasn’t time to stage a glass slipper so I slipped a nip in your direction maybe you got the hint? swooning swooning in the swirly girly haze spinning and turning but the room is on a lathe i can’t avoid it like the plague you cut me in two each half belongs to you longing to once more be a delicate heart shape ooo oooo la la la la ooo oo ooo ooo la la la laaa this thing’s a walking tour of battlefields of bloody wars at least the sound of gunfire gave us a fighting chance to last long enough to taste the dessert course. swooning swooning (swooning swooning) in the swirly girly haze spinning, turning, yearning, burning left out the honeymoon phase maybe that’s a mistake… the moon determines the waves without the new new, we’d all be unmoving. watching the shore from the middle of a terribly boring storm. ooo oooo la la la la swooning swooning in the swirly girly haze spinning and turning …but the room is on a lathe I can’t explain it it’s a chemical state you cut me in two each half belong to you never again to be made whole that’s how it is now