1. See the girl with cymbals on her fingers, entering through the door.
Ruby glistening from her navel, shimmering around the floor.
2. Now she’s dancing, going through the movements,
swaying to and fro.
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, give me time to breathe.
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing, or I’ll have to leave.
3. Now she’s moving all around the tables, luring all in sight.
but I know that she cannot see me, hidden by the light.
4. Now I hold her, people are staring, don’t know what to think,
and we struggle, knocking over tables, spilling all the drinks.