Oh yeah



Revolving Dora

Hits the floor alone again

See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends

She's in her own rotating world

There's something blurry about that girl

Oh yeah



And she's turning out to be

Immune to gravity

She's a lot like you

Not much like me

Oh yeah



Revolving Dora Seems so sure about it all

She knows the score

So long before the morning papers make the call

And she's searching around the dial

For a song that'll make her smile



And she's turning out to be

Immune to gravity

And I don't know the degree

Of her grip on reality

But she sure has got a hold on me

Oh yeah