Or provocation N

o blame no fame or glory  

Just degradation 

That might be an answer fading away Growing like a shadow anting to stay  Oooooh  it was a simple story  Burning hot to learning  

When you tip-top cross the floor  It's hard to face the music  

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door  

No one else can help me stop that pain 

There's not a hint of priesting 

No investigation 

And as my mind resisting 

To much citation 

All the midnight bad girls 

Sharing my bed  

Mixing up the reasons inside my head  Ooh it  was a simply story  

Burning hot to learning  

When you tip-top  cross the floor  It's hard to face the music   

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door.          

Burning hot to learning 

When you tip-top cross the florr  It's hard to face the the music 

When the dancer you           





						     



						     Thanks to Rubens