Secret Service The Dancer
It was a simple story of provocation
No claim of fame no glory, just aggravation
That might be an answer fading away
Running like a shadow wanting to stay
Oh-oh
It was a simple story
Burning hot and learning
When you tip toe cross the floor
It's hard to face the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
Burning hot and learning
Like I've frozen picture frame
No one else can help me stop the pain
There's not a hint of Christie, no investigation
At times my mind goes misty to much sedation
All that midnight phantoms sharing my bed
Mixing up the reasons inside my head
Oh-oh
It was a simple story
Burning hot and learning
When you tip toe cross the floor
It's hard to face the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
Burning hot and learning
When you tip toe cross the floor
It's hard to face the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
No one else can help me stop the pain
Burning hot and learning
When you tip toe cross the floor
It's hard to face the music
When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
Burning hot and learning
Like I've frozen picture frame
No one else can help me stop the pain
