Lyrics Mothers in Jeans - Miracles of Modern Science

Mothers in Jeans

You can hang me with the stockings
Or stick me in a frame
Short leash for walking
Share a number and a name
I’d love to keep on talking
But I gotta catch a plane
Goddamn, it’s starting to show
Yes ma’am, I’m dancing too slow
I could be your fixer upper
Slap on a coat of paint
Stuff a promise in the cupboard
One for every year you wait
Could you maybe go another?
Or would you go insane?
Goddamn, it’s starting to show
Yes ma’am
Dancing too slow, I’ve been dancing too slow
My feet are moving fast as they can go
Dancing too slow, you say that I’ve been dancing too slow
And I know you’re gonna blow
I thought that I could dodge it
By taking all the blame
I thought that I could stop it
I thought that I could change
But I’ve been dancing too slow