ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Dance with me


She asked me to dance but I was so tired, I had to say no
No thank you, no
No thank you, no
No thank you, no

She was dancing alone to a strange little melody
She was dancing alone, with herself
But she was calling to me, calling to me, calling to me
She was calling to me

I wanted to dance, but her face was so thin
I had to give in to another impulse
I wanted to dance, but her legs were so long
I had strong desire to say–no thank you, no

To know you, no thank you, no
No, no, no

I wanted to dance, but her eyes were so bright that the night shone through
Like a howl in the woods
Like a horn at sea
Her words went down to the fundamental in me

The sin, she said, would be to resist
The whim of the beautiful moments we’re in

She was dancing alone, she was stamping the ground
Turning round and around, with enormous thrust
She was stamping her feet
A name in the dust

‘You like watching me’, she said, ‘wouldn’t you like to dance with me instead?’
If you forget yourself we can be free

Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me
Dance with me, dance with me, dance with me

‘The sin’, she said, ‘would be to resist to resist the sin, to resist the sin’
So I’m spinning around
I’m spinning around
I’m spinning around and around and around

I’m losing my mind while she’s losing her head
And then she said to me this thing
She asked me to pray for the hat check girl
For the hat check girl and the suitors who chose to stay at home in bed

And then it was over
Then it was over
Then it was over
Then it was over

And then it was over