I hear the sound of heels
Healing heels make me feel I'm here again
I frown at spinning wheels
I'd rather be on the run than on the bus
New shoes, umbrella and a flannel for my face
And a tenner for some flowers just in case
Y ou may call me old-fashioned
Although I know I'm never going back to my old school
And I'm tryin' to make it look elegant
Although I know it'ts okay to be a teenage idiot dancer
There's seaweeds on the streets
Seeing weeds makes me treat you like a queen bee
I'll feed you heaps
And I'm tryin' to make it sound eloquent
Although I know you would've loved me anyhow
Forget your name
Remember to eat
Fall fast asleep and re-enter the game
We fall in love on a rabbit swing
At 4 a.m. Eternal
Who is gonna rock you?
Too Much Love is on air
Who is gonna rock you?
Too much love is in the air
We're making out in space
credits
from Live at Wimbledon,
released August 1, 2013
produced by Jörg Milling
Cello by Ebba Durstewitz
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