pent up in this city
it's getting cold and you're getting pretty
belle of the basement
and in the smog your perfume is the elephant in the room
I dream a thousand miles
dream a thousand miles
are you old enough?
Throwing darts at diamonds in the rough
belle of the basement
wishing hearts were made of harder stuff
I dream a thousand miles
dream a thousand miles
are you old enough?
what can I say?
pent up in this city, it's getting cold and you're getting pretty
belle of the ball, belle of the ball
and in the smog your perfume is the elephant in the room
belle of the ball, belle of the ball