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