It's been a long time since I seduced anyone with Chopin
An evening in a salon with Oscar Wilde
And the boy with the Spanish daughter
I could do it again, but all they'd see
Is an old woman cranking out preludes
Nothing but a blot on their landscape
Pretty boys and their disheveled looks
Dimples in all the right places
They don't turn their heads no more
Desire is skin deep
Granted mine and yours
So in my wisdom
Why do I crave your attention?
It's been a long time since I last saw you on the platform
But you see right through me as I stumble on hello
In your eyes as deep as the Baltic sea
I drift away on a wave of my own
While under the District line info boards
I'm nothing but a blot on your landscape
Pretty boys and their disheveled looks
Dimples in all the right places
They don't turn their heads no more
Desire is skin deep
Granted mine and yours
So in my wisdom
Why do I crave your attention?
Pretty boys
Dimples
They don't turn their heads no more
Desire is skin deep
Granted mine and yours
So in my wisdom
Why do I crave your attention?