Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your belgian lace
Taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?
Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles
Safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill?
Are you still a russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer
To anyone wholl listen is that a story you tell?
You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction.

Cant you see its hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say?
Its a gentlemans excuse me so Ill take on step to the side.
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
For every one step forward were taking two steps back.
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?

I know you still like old fashioned waltzes
Your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with as you glide across the floor
But if I told you the musics over would you want to hear
That your dance card is empty that theres no-one really there?
Do you still believe in santa claus, that theres a millionaire
Looking at your front door with a key to a life that youd never understand?
All I have to offer is the love that I have, its freely given
Youll see its value when you see what Ive tried to say.

Its a gentlemans excuse me so Ill take on step to the side.
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
For every one step forward Im taking two steps back.
Can you get it in your head that from this one step forward
Theres no turning back?
Can you get it in your head Im tired of dancing?
Were finished dancing.