The hands are reaching for the three and the twelve
but the limbs in the light aren't fading
tangled figures remain stained just to spite
the secret life she's parading
silent sin can speak and sing you the ways
a cabaret where secondhand hearts can play
a classic dance between the fringe and the fray
where the hips can play
(she's going to get it, she's going to get it)
romance in a slow dance
at the scene of a scar
laces, lovers, and hearts
silhouettes (she's going to get it)
take a chance (she's going to get it)
make the heat in the sheets
like no one can
she shakes and makes her whispers barely discrete
while the pace and the breath start to quicken
a foreign shadow slowly enters in the room
to prove that he's not the victim
they dance in the dark, locking rhythms with art
a fragile cliche burns at the seams
a dash of it's passionate, a violent flash
and it puts an end to all that's obscene
(she's going to get it)
romance in a slow dance
at the scene of a scar
laces, lovers, and hearts
silhouettes (she's going to get it)
take a chance (she's going to get it)
make the heat in the sheets
like no one can
dance like no one can
dance like you don't know she's going to get it
dance like no one can
she don't know what's coming
