My Love, the whole world's gonna end.
But when you shake your shoulders and squint your eyes,
the band plays on, in spite of everything.
My Love, have you no fear at all?

Because you shake your shoulders and squint your eyes
and the whole room takes its cue from you tonight.
No falling stars or snow can make that thing look pale.
And cities might just sprout in droves,
again from where your shimmy goes.
And you'd not pay a bit of mind to it or us or anything at all.

My Love, you know I like your hair.
But you shake your shoulders and squint your eyes
and I'm afraid its all too much tonight.