A Flair For Conclusions, Yet She'll Never Be Swan Queen
Has anyone ever said you have a face for the radio?
Well no, ‘cause that’d be rude
And with that we’ve reached the coda
This conversation’s over
How she dances with those words like a peg legged ballerina
An aimless prima donna
Her strut killed our waltz
Keep my poise , kiss her off
And kiss my sanity goodbye
‘Cause why even try?
This flag is half staff
and I was hoping she would raise it tonight
But she won’t raise it tonight
Oh, how telling
If you’re gonna spit those slanderous speech bubbles, then say them with your chest
Instead of wooden pirouettes
It’s true, what’s just ensued, marks the end of me and you
Marks the end of me and you
Marks the end of me and you
You’ve got a voice for the silent screen
You work so well around it
With lips not fit for locking
Your body does the talking
How vain
But who’s to say they’re not entertained
Until you miss your plié
Looks like that figure called it a day
And we know those ribbon restraints
Aren’t really the ones to blame
And you’ve got nothing to say
All filler, no killer, that figures rotting away
If you’re gonna spit those slanderous speech bubbles, then say them with your chest
Instead of wooden pirouettes
It’s true, what’s just ensued, marks the end of me and you
Marks the end of me and you
Marks the end of me and you
She had a dollar to give
I only sell goosebumps
She can’t stand her skin
Do you need a new place to live? (Well yes but no)
The former tenants made like flies and dropped
I’ll make their wings flutter again since you’re being someone you’re not
If you’re gonna spit those slanderous speech bubbles, then say them with your chest
Instead of wooden pirouettes
It’s true, what’s just ensued, marks the end of me and you
If you’re gonna spit those slanderous speech bubbles, then say them with your chest
Instead of wooden pirouettes
It’s true, what’s just ensued, marks the end of me and you
Marks the end of me and you
Marks the end of me and you
Me and you
Marks the end of me and you
We know those ribbon restraints
Aren’t really the ones to blame
For your oh so sloppy posture
This routine is just in shambles
You’ve got 5th to 4th position
Yet no arabesque to plié