Blue Romance

She's a tiny ballerina Spinning round on your finger Pulse through paradise, blood and fever All the world comes in focus when you see her And the beautiful lie looks you dead in the eye so slow Twisted in sheets only you that I see, you know Give me blue romance Give me truth or dance 'Cause I die by the knife I live by the light and I Give me Elvis singing And your gold hips as they're swinging Songs that bury me deep within The beat that goes in me Stick and poke, James Dean Cut you out of a magazine Velvet peach, golden palm trees I can taste your temperature on the back of my teeth In the weirdest of dreams through the pale blue you I see And the kids can be cruel in your Catholic school growing up They're not born strange enough to be young and in love like us Give me blue romance Give me truth or dance 'Cause I die by the knife I live by the light and I Give me Elvis singing And your gold hips as they're swinging Songs that bury me deep within The beat that goes in me Give me blue romance Give me truth or dance 'Cause I die by the knife I live by the light and I Give me Elvis singing And your gold hips as they're swinging Songs that bury me deep within The beat that goes in me The beat that goes in me The beat that goes in me --- Blue Romance - Black Honey