Isadora's Dancing Tonight

And the lights twirl and twist
‘Round her swirling her fist
Is held high in the air
Clinched in the light
And her hair’s cold and red
Swirling curls ‘round her head
Isadora’s dancing tonight
And the orchestra plays
And the orchestra rests
And the young men in tails
Attend to her needs
This one here’s so polite
This one here idolizes
The ground that she walks on
And she just despises
The music that holds her
So tightly and owns her
‘Til she’s out on the floor
Can forget all the rest
All the ordinary needs
As the world breathes and bleeds
She can soar she wants more
Wants them all on their knees
And the lights twirl and twist
‘Round her swirling her fist
Is held high in the air
Clinched in the light
And her hair’s cold and red
Swirling curls round her head
Isadora’s dancing tonight
Isadora’s dancing tonight