It Wasn't My Idea to Dance Songtext

von The Move

The people are throwing pennies in my soup
Expecting me to be ashamed of you
Now my needs are growing and I'm growing round
I am really groping round

*We didn't break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now it's too late to want your freedom
It wasn't my idea to dance

The Prince of Thunder gave his warning speech
His talons there to grasp you from my reach
Once again you clutch me into your warming breast
Now I lay me down to rest

* Repeat

As dawn is nearing l'm hearing tearful music

So I have given you the will to weep

For now you're at your last and final peak
Dangerously the past explodes about my years
Loudly ringing through my ears

* Repeat

It wasn't my idea to dance