Dancer

Marc Almond · Stranger Things [2003]

Dancer to a dangerous rhythm

You know, you're never gonna be forgiven

Chancer so many near misses

I'm still tripping on your absinthe kisses



Intoxicating and exotic

Dancer, you're my sweet narcotic

You're burning in my primitive heart, dancer

You're burning in my primitive heart



Dancing to the rhythm of my falling tears

Dancing to the beating of my broken heart

So sweet the pain and pleasure

Move for move, measure for measure



Dark horse so surreal Satanic

Dancer dreamer, you're a free spirit

You're burning in my primitive heart, dancer

You're burning in my primitive heart



Dancer, you gave me a wicked path to follow

Dark thrills but bitter pills to swallow

Strange one, I don't know what to believe

Are you a nail in my coffin or a card up my sleeve?



You're burning in my primitive heart, dancer

You're burning in my primitive heart



So dancer, lights, camera, action

You're gonna be my main attraction

You gotta keep me coming back for more

Dancer just another anchor



Dancer

(Burning in my primitive heart)

You're a dancer

(Burning in my primitive heart)



You're a chancer

(Burning in my primitive heart)

You're a dancer

(Burning in my primitive heart)



You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

(Burning in my primitive heart)

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

(Burning in my primitive heart)



(Burning in my primitive heart)

And you're a dancer, a chancer, romancer

(Burning in my primitive heart)

A dancer, dancer

(Burning in my primitive heart)