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