| Frozen moment, cold blood time:
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| The Iguana lady is saying goodbye.
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| She’s not quite ready, she wants to stay,
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| She wants to be perfect, but not in the way.
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| He tries to be cautious, one more cigarette,
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| He wants to be open, but the time is Not yet.
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| They talk about poetry, life-stories too;
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| He wants to know if she keeps a pet or two.
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| She’s into lizards, she’s into snakes,
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| He’s into trauma — still got the shakes
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| From a lady who only talked dogs and cats
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| Making love in the alley — she thought like that…
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| So he doesn’t notice he’s falling in To a change in colour of chameleon skin.
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| And the sun beats down on the baking earth
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| In the land where the lizards play.
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| And the tongues flick out — though they want to touch
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| All the words get in the way.
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| And it’s you and me and it’s he and she
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| And it’s everything I say.
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| Frozen vision, deaf and dumb:
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| Still trying to work out what I’ve become.
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| I tried to reach you, I tried to score,
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| I shot the bolt on the open door…
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| The secret reaction, base metal to gold,
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| And all I felt was my blood froze…
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| I walked on water — I was wearing skis —
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| And now the water must dance on me.
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| Anyway, for all that, will you dance with me?
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| Will you dance with me?
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| And the sun beats down on the baking earth
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| In the land where the lizards play.
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| And they she’d their skins and at last begin
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| To find colours for the day.
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| Will you dance with me? |