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Several Styles of Blonde Girls Dancing Video (MV)






Martha - Several Styles of Blonde Girls Dancing Lyrics




[ Featuring the Muffins, M+M ]

Carry me to your blue bed

My memory was not serving me so correctly (i walked in and kissed the wrong one)
Is that what I want or is that what I am?
I respect you (i inspect you)
I respect you
I respect you

Carry me to your blue bed

Watching you move is like sensing
The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams
Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air
You perceive me
You receive me
You retrieve me
You reprieve me

Carry me to your blue bed
Rushing up to meet me

Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed
Is that what I want
Sensing the scheme
Watching you move I should know better

I calculate, the buildings change and there
I go again emerging from the underground not knowing where I am
A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky
The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain
Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules
The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this
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Carry me to your blue bed

My memory was not serving me so correctly (i walked in and kissed the wrong one)
Is that what I want or is that what I am?
I respect you (i inspect you)
I respect you
I respect you

Carry me to your blue bed

Watching you move is like sensing
The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams
Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air
You perceive me
You receive me
You retrieve me
You reprieve me

Carry me to your blue bed
Rushing up to meet me

Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed
Is that what I want
Sensing the scheme
Watching you move I should know better

I calculate, the buildings change and there
I go again emerging from the underground not knowing where I am
A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky
The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain
Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules
The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this
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Writer: Mark Gane, Martha Helen Johnson
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