Lyrics

I play the same record again and again Hoping you walk in to the song with the violins I trust you've memorized your script I've got my part down perfectly But it's so hard To concentrate on my lines I can't hear myself think Over the song with the violins It's getting late Have you missed the turnoff Or lost my number? I know your new number by heart Your motorcycle worries me One slip and you'll miss the Suntan I got for you The house I cleaned for you The shirt I pressed The tight ripped jeans And the song with the violins Impatience is tapping my foot Shaking my head Making me reach for the phone Disappointment is tearing my eyes Shaking my words Taking me back to the first time you Hurt me And oh, how we Play the same record again and again Falling in step to the song with the violins I've choreographed this lovely dance And you, with your two left feet Stepping all over The Fred and Ginger possibilites Bumping the needle Leaving a gaping Hissing Scratch In my favorite song The song with the violins The song with the violins