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