She danced like a highway
in a velvet dress
I said ‘don’t you stop now -
I’ll give you this world, anyway you like’
Just tell me something perfect, something to remember
Turn my kitchen into a ballroom,
my careless ballerina.
With your london lilt in my ear,
your hand drunk upon my hip
With the moon caught in your hair -
I’ll take this world, anyway I like…
Yet I – self-declared, self saboteur
will try everything
Not to let my head
smother my heart.
My careless ballerina, how beautiful you are.
how someone can lack all grace and elegance and still be astoundingly beautiful