I imagine ballroom dancing 'neath your tight electric shirt
There will be chairs there will be tables
There'll be spoons but there'll be no one else

I imagine ballroom dancing beneath your tight synthetic skirt
Now tell me don't that sound romantic better than
Love in the attic years ago

Don't tell me i'm crazy
I dreamt the sun was radiating blue
But doctors have cleared me

It's just a case of too much missing you
I imagine ballroom dancing 'neath your tight synthetic shirt
There will be chairs there will be tables

There'll be spoons but baby no one else
I imagine ballroom dancing beneath your tight electric skirt
Now honey don't that sound romantic better than

Love in the attic years ago
I'd die for a maybe
But pardon me i'm not a desperate man

Just paranoid lately
You'll never know, they drop the bomb,
It's the end