Dance, Dance, Christa Paffgen
She's got the time, says she's got time on her side
Running the room
Commanding the late boys' eyes
She runs around, knows all the streets by name
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
She's intoxication, soon your favorite drink
Your black dress in disarray
Only dance floor prayers can save
Temperatures rise and I start to move
But it's you that's coursing through my veins
Says she's got hope
Took shelter to the Hollywood list, taking control
Wanted my heart bu I gave her my soul
She's like a Page Davis with a Monroe kiss
Disappeared today, left no trace
But someday I'll know your name
Don't need no drugs, you're my chemical
Now I'm dependent, swear I'm clinical
Addicated to those glances, taking chances tonight
I need a fix in those heroin eyes
She's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
Try her boy, but she'll still do what she please
Do you believe in science? She's perfect chemistry
She wanted my love but I gave her the rest of me
Dear Stephen Patrick:
You'll adore me before the night is over
If London's calling don't you dare pick up the phone
Only you entwined
could make this orphan feel at home
Lips that need no introduction, but now waiting for your call, if picture's worth a thousand words
Then your touch is worth them all