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A Figure Eight |
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Lyrics
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The heavy perfume;
the gossip's rotting and it's drawing flies.
The feast is cold,
waiting for their pleasure to arrive.
Like an apparition, she was standing in the door.
Man, they cleared the floor.
I did a figure eight around the moon.
The place lit up when she came in the room.
She rolled her eyes, threw back her head.
That figure eight, it knocked me dead.
We played charades;
Dame Edna was a forward for the Bulls.
The orchestra played;
in penguin suits they tango to and fro.
Then she spoke to me, this paragon of pedigree,
and asked would I like to dance.
Man, I was in a trance.
I did a figure eight around the moon.
The place lit up when she came in the room.
She rolled her eyes, threw back her head.
That figure eight, it knocked me dead.
I was in a trance ..........
When she looked my way
I see she needed a shave.
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Ronnie Hock
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Music Credits: Ronnie Hock
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Description
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Short Song Description: Guy is mesmerized by a woman dancing, thinks he's falling in love. But he finally realizes she's not what she seems to be...
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Metadata
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Song Length: 4:38
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Primary Genre: Rock-Classic
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Secondary Genre: -
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Lead Vocal: Male Vocal
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Subject Matter 1: Searching for Love
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Subject Matter 2: Homosexuality
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Mood 1: In High Spirits
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Mood 2: Disconcerted
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Language: English
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