Miriam's Day - You Strike My Fancy Lyrics

We made it known
By slow dancing
At the Turning Point
You put your hands
On my bottom
Soft, but all powerful
Your tongue bathed my ear
Making our kisses
Taste like wax
We were on stage
And that was half the fun of it
Though, having your punk girlfriend
Sling her waitress tray at my head
Made the event
A bit of a downer
I ducked and ran for cover
I grabbed my camel hair coat
And I descended sixteen stairs to the street
I was on fire, I was on fire, I was on fire
What about you?
Even thirty years later
I wonder still
What was your favourite colour?
Was it vermillion?
A first love never dies
Even if you try
To kill it in its sleep
Do you still want me?
To stop it in its tracks
You ain't coming back
We made it known
By slow dancing
At the Turning Point
I put my hands
On your bottom
Soft, but all powerful
Your tongue bathed my ear
Making our kisses
Taste like wax
Making our kisses
Taste like wax
Making our kisses
Taste like wax