I could explode into your life and leave you breathless,
leave you wondering if I'm real.
Maybe I'm nothing more than a soap bubble,
dream girl with no wrist watch or day planner.
There isn't enough of my heart left to give,
but it's Halloween night and I have flowers in my hair,
flitting between diaphanous skirts and smoke machines.
The singer of that cover band just leaned over the stage
and put a blue raspberry lollipop between my lips.
I'll dance away from you, given half a chance,
because I already told you.
There isn't enough of my heart left to give you,
even if I wanted to, sweet boy.
