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Stephen Fretwell
I saw you dancin'
You moved like Sinatra
On speed
Lights were a flashin'
And tongues were a waggin'
Over you
It's too late, for trying
Too late, for denying
All those little things you and me have done
I'm sorry hun', I was hoping
For a recall
Mix of you high from the sun
Ah but nothing
Only lone magpies come
I saw you dancin'
You moved like Sinatra
On speed