She's a tiny ballerina
Spinning round on your finger
Pulse through paradise, blood and fever
All the world comes in focus when you see her
And the beautiful lie looks you dead in the eye so slow
Twisted in sheets only you that I see, you know
Give me blue romance
Truth or dance
Cause I die by the knife
I live by the light and I
Give me Elvis singing
And your gold hips as they're swinging
Songs that bury me deep within
The beat that goes in me
Stick and poke, James Dean
Cut you out of a magazine
Velvet peach, golden palm trees
I can taste your temperature on the back of my teeth
In the weirdest of dreams through the pale blue you I see
And the kids can be cruel in your Catholic school growing up
They're not born strange enough to be young and in love like us
Give me blue romance
Truth or dance
Cause I die by the knife
I live by the light and I
Give me Elvis singing
And your gold hips as they're swinging
Songs that bury me deep within
The beat that goes in me
Give me blue romance
Truth or dance
Cause I die by the knife
I live by the light and I
Give me Elvis singing
And your gold hips as they're swinging
Songs that bury me deep within
The beat that goes in me
The beat that goes in me
The beat that goes in me