It Wasn't My Idea To Dance - The Move

The people throwing pennies in my soup

Expecting me to be ashamed of you

Now my needs are growing and i’m groping round

I am really groping round

We didn’t break until the morning

One dramatic glance

Now it’s too late to want your freedom

It wasn’t my idea to dance

The prince of thunder gave his warning speech

His talons dared to grasp you from my reach

Once again you clutch me to your warming breast

Now i lay me down to rest

We didn’t break until the morning

One dramatic glance

Now it’s too late to want your freedom

It wasn’t my idea to dance

As dawn is nearing

I’m hearing tearful music

So i have given you the will to weep

For now you’re at your last and final peak

Dangerously the past it explodes about by my ears

Loudly ringing through my ears

We didn’t break until the morning

One dramatic glance

Now it’s too late to want your freedom

It wasn’t my idea to dance

It wasn’t my idea to dance