Belly Dancer - The Killingtons

Slow down, slow down
Spin my world around, spin my world around
Slow down your heart
Paint me red with hesitation
I wrote to you in a foreign tongue
To present you with something good
Do I seem misunderstood to you?
Slow motion, slow motion
No telegraph could reach you
No telegraph could break through
Too late too soon
What’s it take to get through to you now?
Dial seven digits and pound again
I know I’m not your best friend
You complicate and recreate these conversations
I can’t win
So what is your goal?
To tease me so beautiful?
What is your goal?
I don’t know, go back to high school…