Fred Astaire

sleep, come to me,
like an adolescent squeeze
who do hand stands on the sand,
combated by the sea
all done up on the skyscrape beach,
pretty tried, but true
and Fred Astaire was dancing through your teeth
talkin’ ’bout the kids putting on the ritz
she doesn’t know what the stars gone through for you
she said I’m a strain,
with a liking to complain,
well who took the steam,
out of that old engines train
you took me to a sinking ship,
there were guys wearing bathing suits and ties,
Fred Astaire was dancing,
just tap dancing, so loud with you
yeah he go dancing through your teeth,
talking,
talkin’ ’bout
talkin’ ’bout the
talkin’ ’bout the kids
talkin’ ’bout the kids putting on the ritz