Dancing in Limbo // Kirsty MacColl
He said, ‘baby don’t go’So she sat down againAnd they said they’d be friendsHer mother saidShe’d told her soShe’d made her own bedNow she’d have to lie in it, and theTime goesSummertime slowAnd the world stops turningAnd they’re dancing in limbo, limbo, limboTook my pills todayBut I don’t feel betterIn a funny sort of wayWhen it’s too hot for anythingIt’s too hot to sleepYour mind runs down to whereThe river runs deep, and theTime goesSummertime slowAnd the world stops turningAnd they’re dancing in limbo, limbo, limboHis dream, peaches and creamA cheesecake betty from the celluloid screenSo close he holds out his handBut she sleeps like a womanWhen he wakes like a man, and theTime goesSummertime slowAnd the world stops turningAnd they’re dancing in limbo, limbo, limbo
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