Sunday morning going slow. I'm talking to the radio. Clothes and records on the floor. The memories of the night before. Out in club land having fun. And now I'm hiding from the sun.
Searching through the memory books. Of photographs your lovers took. Why play the game of place the pain. When you end up feeling just the same. Anyway....
Baby doll is on her trapeze. Wearing the smile that she never sees. Thinking of dollar as she tries to tease. . Time to play Sheba on a wooden stage. Taking off the clothes that are grimy with age.
Sunday morning going slow. I'm talking to the radio. Clothes and records on teh floor. Memories of the night before. Out in clubland having fun. Now I'm hiding from the sun.