When The Dancer You Have Loved Walks Out The Door - Secret Service

It was a simple story

Or provocation

No blame no fame or glory

Just degradation

That might be an answer fading away Growing like a shadow anting to stay Oooooh

it was a simple story

Burning hot to learning

When you tip-top 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 that pain

There’s not a hint of priesting

No investigation

And as my mind resisting

To much citation

All the midnight bad girls

Sharing my bed

Mixing up the reasons inside my head

Ooh it was a simply story

Burning hot to learning

When you tip-top cross the floor It’s hard to face the music

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door.

Burning hot to learning

When you tip-top cross the floor

It’s hard to face the the music

When the dancer you have loved walks out the door.