She Plays The Theremin

This figure here in front of me
Wears a dead smile
Patchwork Edwardian dress
Yeah that’s her style
She’s a proper pied piper
With Vivienne up to her thighs
She tip toes and pirouettes all through my mind
And all those boys she knew

Yeah I don’t mind
She plays the theremin
I dance on bitumen

It’s only Halloween
But I'm so ready for July
It’s just this mellotron and me
And all these terrible rhymes
I’ve been taken by surprise
It’s just hard, it’s just hard to take it all online
So sing another time

So I won’t mind
She plays the theremin
I dance on bitumen
She plays the theremin
I dance on bitumen

If I could share all your headaches
And be known as your bloke
Then this tightrope between our homes
Makes a good novel, though
It’s so unnecessary
I wish the door was never closed
I’ll ask you two times, no more
Oh will you post those love letters to go

Then I won’t mind
She plays the theremin
I dance on bitumen
She plays the theremin
She plays the theremin

All those boys she knew
I don’t mind