The people throwing pennies in my soup

	Expecting me to be ashamed of you

	Now my needs are growing and I'm groping round

	I am really groping round



		We didn't break until the morning

		One dramatic glance

		Now it's too late to want your freedom

		It wasn't my idea to dance



	The prince of thunder gave his warning speech

	His talons dared to grasp you from my reach

	Once again you clutch me to your warming breast

	Now I lay me down to rest



		We didn't break until the morning

		One dramatic glance

		Now it's too late to want your freedom

		It wasn't my idea to dance



	As dawn is nearing

	I'm hearing tearful music



	So I have given you the will to weep

	For now you're at your last and final peak

	Dangerously the past it explodes about by ears

	Loudly ringing through my ears



		We didn't break until the morning

		One dramatic glance

		Now it's too late to want your freedom



	It wasn't my idea to dance

	It wasn't my idea to dance