It Wasn't My Idea To Dance
The people throwing pennies in my soupExpecting me to be ashamed of youNow my needs are growing and I'm groping roundI am really groping roundWe didn't break until the morningOne dramatic glanceNow it's too late to want your freedomIt wasn't my idea to danceThe prince of thunder gave his warning speechHis talons dared to grasp you from my reachOnce again you clutch me to your warming breastNow I lay me down to restWe didn't break until the morningOne dramatic glanceNow it's too late to want your freedomIt wasn't my idea to danceAs dawn is nearingI'm hearing tearful musicSo I have given you the will to weepFor now you're at your last and final peakDangerously the past it explodes about by earsLoudly ringing through my earsWe didn't break until the morningOne dramatic glanceNow it's too late to want your freedomIt wasn't my idea to danceIt wasn't my idea to dance