The Dancer

It was a simple story of provocation No claim of fame no glory - just aggravation That might be an answer fading away Running like a shadow wanting to stay Oh-oh It was a simple story Burning hot and learning When you tip toe cross the floor It's hard to face the music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door Burning hot and learning Like I've frozen picture frame No one else can help me stop the pain There's not a hint of Christie, no investigation At times my mind goes misty to much sedation All that midnight phantoms sharing my bed Mixing up the reasons inside my head Oh-oh It was a simple story Burning hot and learning When you tip toe cross the floor It's hard to face the music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door Burning hot and learning When you tip toe cross the floor It's hard to face the music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door No one else can help me stop the pain Burning hot and learning When you tip toe cross the floor It's hard to face the music When the dancer you have loved walks out the door Burning hot and learning Like I've frozen picture frame No one else can help me stop the pain