Greta - Dog Fashion Disco

Dancing like a cobra

up on the silver screen

You haunt my nightmares

You hide in my dreams

Without words

you speak to me

Thoughts caught in clouds

the wind through the trees

I’m laying in the gutter

and telling myself

Love may be a leper

it’s bad for my health

I don’t want to wait til tomorrow

And you don’t want to wait for me

I don’t want to wait til tomorrow

And you don’t want to wait for me