In a pale blue spotlite
A figure spins around a voice calls out to you,
"Baby... do you like the sound?"
The undulating acrobat ready to do your bidding says,
"Come, you must let me dress you
but first I must do a fitting...
Do you like fast? Or do you like it slow?"
I know it's better if we make it up as we go...
And oh, by the way tell me now what's your name?
I'll let it sweeten my tongue just once
And never speak it again
Since this is our little secret
Untarnished memory in a pale blue spotlite
Let me hear you scream, if you're ready for...
One night alone... with me
©2001 NPG Records, Inc