Ginger Rogers Songtext
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When two strangers stand in the lunch-line alone
The planets align with the moon
And when I lower my tray, you are inches away from the bravest first date in the room
"Can I sit down?"
Your music school friends at the table are mimes to me now, as you begin to speak
"I've seen you around, where are you from?
And would you like to come to a party on the west side of town?"
You were the film noire dish in the black and white flicks
The planets align with the moon
And when I lower my tray, you are inches away from the bravest first date in the room
"Can I sit down?"
Your music school friends at the table are mimes to me now, as you begin to speak
"I've seen you around, where are you from?
And would you like to come to a party on the west side of town?"
You were the film noire dish in the black and white flicks
Always running away with some spoon
I was the fishing pole boy before the credits begin who dangles his legs from the moon
With yellower hair, you make a swell Ginger Rogers
And I'm Fred Astaire, if nobody is standing near to compare
'Cause from my front row view, the performer is you
And I am just singing along
Well, your hair turned as red as the leaves on the ground
On the day you left school for the holidays
There was too much to pack, so you never came back
And now two years have passed with no word
Well, don't count me out 'cause I've got a plan to love you
With or without your cooperation
I'm still around, and I loved you before you weren't anything more
Than a unicorn haunting these halls
So let's start again, we'll find a new town, and we'll go to vocational school
And I'll learn to cook, and you'll learn to weld And we'll waste our days playing with fire
Because what do we need with theories and old text book answers?
Just give me some seed, and I'll plant a garden growing things you can see
And we'll watch the time pass, lying still in the grass
And our children can run getting burned by the sun
And we'll learn to love music for free, the way people used to
I was the fishing pole boy before the credits begin who dangles his legs from the moon
With yellower hair, you make a swell Ginger Rogers
And I'm Fred Astaire, if nobody is standing near to compare
'Cause from my front row view, the performer is you
And I am just singing along
Well, your hair turned as red as the leaves on the ground
On the day you left school for the holidays
There was too much to pack, so you never came back
And now two years have passed with no word
Well, don't count me out 'cause I've got a plan to love you
With or without your cooperation
I'm still around, and I loved you before you weren't anything more
Than a unicorn haunting these halls
So let's start again, we'll find a new town, and we'll go to vocational school
And I'll learn to cook, and you'll learn to weld And we'll waste our days playing with fire
Because what do we need with theories and old text book answers?
Just give me some seed, and I'll plant a garden growing things you can see
And we'll watch the time pass, lying still in the grass
And our children can run getting burned by the sun
And we'll learn to love music for free, the way people used to
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