The Dancer

It was a simple story of provocation
 No claim of fame no glory - just aggravation
 That might be an answer fading away
 Running like a shadow wanting to stay
 Oh-oh
 It was a simple story
 Burning hot and learning
 When you tip toe cross the floor
 It's hard to face the music
 When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
 Burning hot and learning
 Like I've frozen picture frame
 No one else can help me stop the pain
 There's not a hint of Christie, no investigation
 At times my mind goes misty to much sedation
 All that midnight phantoms sharing my bed
 Mixing up the reasons inside my head
 Oh-oh
 It was a simple story
 Burning hot and learning
 When you tip toe cross the floor
 It's hard to face the music
 When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
 Burning hot and learning
 When you tip toe cross the floor
 It's hard to face the music
 When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
 No one else can help me stop the pain
 Burning hot and learning
 When you tip toe cross the floor
 It's hard to face the music
 When the dancer you have loved walks out the door
 Burning hot and learning
 Like I've frozen picture frame
 No one else can help me stop the pain