stop stop stop
hollies, the
see the girl with cymbals on her fingers
entering through the door
ruby glistening from her navel
shimmering around the floor
bells on feet go ting-a ling-a linging
sweat is falling just-a like-a tear drops
going through the movements
now she's moving all around the tables
but i know that she cannot see me
as i enter into a spotlight
she stands lost for speech
and we struggle knocking over tables
can't they understand that i want her
heavy hand upon my collar