I imagine ballroom dancing 'neath your tight electric shirt

There will be chairs there will be tables

there'll be spoons but there'll be no one else

I imagine ballroom dancing beneath your tight synthetic skirt

Now tell me don't that sound romantic better than

love in the attic years ago

Don't tell me i'm crazy

I dreamt the sun was radiating blue

But doctors have cleared me

It's just a case of too much missing you

I imagine ballroom dancing 'neath your tight synthetic shirt

There will be chairs there will be tables

there'll be spoons but baby no one else

I imagine ballroom dancing beneath your tight electric skirt

Now honey don't that sound romantic better than

love in the attic years ago

I'd die for a maybe

But pardon me i'm not a desperate man

Just paranoid lately

You'll never know, they drop the bomb,

it's the end