You can see it in the paper You can here it in the hall. Just when you didn't want it it's coming through the wall. Sneakin' in the bathroom battering your nose.
Dance by me close, tell 'em all to go. Once for the money but I'm through with the show. And move with me gently, oh so slow. Hold me and maybe, we'll never let go, never let go.
Where are you going my little one, little one. Where are you going my baby my own. Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around and you're a young girl.