Do you still keep paper flowers

In the bottom-drawer with your belgian lace

Taking them out every year

To watch the colours fade away



Do you still believe in fairy tales

In battlements of shiny castles

Safe from the dragons

That lie beneath the hill



Are you still a Russian princes

Rescued by a gipsy-dancer

To anyone who'll listen

Is that a story you still tell



You live a life of fantasy

Your diary romantic fiction

Can't you see it's hard for me

Can you see what I'm trying to say



It's a gentleman's excuse me

So I'll take one step to the side

Can you get it inside your head

I'm tired of dancing



For every one step forward

We're taking two steps back

Can you get it inside your head

I'm tired of dancing



I know you still like Oldfashioned waltzes

Your reflection in the mirror that you flirt with

As you glide across the floor

But if I told you the music's over

Would you want to hear

That your dance card is empty

That there's no-one really there



Do you still believe in Santa Claus

There's a milionaire looking for your front door

With the key to a life

That you'd never understand



And all I have to offer

Is the love I have, it's freely given

You'll see it's value

When you see what I'm trying to say



It's a gentleman's excuse me

So I'll take one step to the side

Can you get it inside your head

I'm tired of dancing



For every one step forward

There's no turning back

Can you get it inside your head

I'm tired of dancing

We're finished dancing