Didn't you fall over at your fancy dress?
Why did his little heart play that tune?
He didn't see her look of unrest
Was there too much heat in that two faced room?
Always in the shadow of young flowers
The eyes that drag you jealous to the door
Always in the shadows of these young flowers
And with a killing slenderness so nearly gone
Abetine ride her legs on the edge of the bed
She'll cast you a look of unease
You'll never hold her in your outstretched arms
You'll never arrange her in a frieze
Who talked the least who talked the most?
Who shrugged it off, who lied or lost?
Arrange a fast, arrange the past
Arrange a frieze, arrange the cast
All the flappers clapping over Sam Cooke
Asking couldn't we escape while we're young?
Why. Why. Why. Why are you.
Always in the shadow of young flowers
The eyes that drag you jealous to the door
Always in the shadows of these young flowers
And with a killing slenderness so nearly gone
You keep her captive in the bar
Who'll ask you to join her in the shower?
Who talked the least who talked the most?
Who shrugged it off, who lied or lost?
Arrange a fast, arrange the past
Arrange a frieze, arrange the cast
All the flappers clapping over Sam Cooke
Asking couldn't we escape while we're young?
Always in the shadow of young flowers
Didn't we fall over at your fancy dress?
Why did his little heart play that tune?
He didn't see her look of unrest
Was there too much heat in that two faced room?
Always in the shadow of young flowers
The eyes that drag you jealous to the door
Always in the shadows of these young flowers
And with a killing slenderness so nearly gone
Abetine ride her legs on the edge of the bed
She'll cast you a look of unease
You'll never hold her in your outstretched arms
You'll never arrange her in a frieze
Who talked the least who talked the most?
Who shrugged it off, who lied or lost?
Arrange a fast, arrange the past
Arrange a frieze, arrange the cast
All the flappers clapping over Sam Cooke
Asking couldn't we escape while we're young?
Why. Why. Why. Why are you.
Always in the shadow of young flowers
The eyes that drag you jealous to the door
Always in the shadows of these young flowers
And with a killing slenderness so nearly gone
You keep her captive in the bar
Who'll ask you to join her in the shower?
Who talked the least who talked the most?
Who shrugged it off, who lied or lost?
Arrange a fast, arrange the past
Arrange a frieze, arrange the cast
All the flappers clapping over Sam Cooke
Asking couldn't we escape while we're young?
Always in the shadow of young flowers
Didn't we fall over at your fancy dress?