It Wasn’t My Idea To Dance

The people throwing pennies in my soup
Expecting me to be ashamed of you
Now my needs are growing and Im groping round
I am really groping round

We didnt break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now its too late to want your freedom
It wasnt my idea to dance

The prince of thunder gave his warning speech
His talons dared to grasp you from my reach
Once again you clutch me to your warming breast
Now I lay me down to rest

We didnt break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now its too late to want your freedom
It wasnt my idea to dance

As dawn is nearing
Im hearing tearful music

So I have given you the will to weep
For now youre at your last and final peak
Dangerously the past it explodes about by ears
Loudly ringing through my ears

We didnt break until the morning
One dramatic glance
Now its too late to want your freedom

It wasnt my idea to dance
It wasnt my idea to dance