| Hold onto me please | |
| Don't you let go of me | |
| Come on over | |
| Roll on over | |
| I just need to feel you breathe | |
| Hold onto me please | |
| Don't you let go of me | |
| Think on over | |
| Roll on over | |
| I just need to feel you breathe.... | |
| Into my head is out of my mind | |
| Then I become a day behind | |
| And I can't help but wonder why that some days are the very worst case | |
| When I cannot believe that | |
| I'm living this way | |
| Kiss me tell me its okay and | |
| I'll guess it's just a twist of the fate | |
| There's a tiny dancer in my bed | |
| And she never has too much to say | |
| She reminds me of the | |
| Danse' Russe | |
| When my emotions are wounded | |
| Her motions and movements chase the ghosts from me | |
| Hold on to me please | |
| Don't you let go of me | |
| Come on over | |
| Roll on over | |
| I just need to feel you breathe | |
| Hold on to me please | |
| Don't you let go of me | |
| Come on over | |
| Think it over | |
| I just need to feel you... | |
| Quietly while you sleep | |
| Whispering the sweetest things | |
| Close those eyes and start the dream' | |
| Cause all of this is what you mean to me | |
| Come over and | |
| I'll show you | |
| Shamrocks are an eight-leaf clover | |
| Won't you reach up and touch my shoulder | |
| And sing to me heavenly | |
| Yes, sing for the life of me | |
| About a tiny dancer in my bed | |
| When she never has too much to say | |
| She reminds me of the | |
| Danse' Russe | |
| When my emotions are wounded | |
| Her motions and movements chase the ghosts from me' | |
| Cause there's a tiny dancer in my bed | |
| And she never has too much to say | |
| She reminds me of the | |
| Danse' Russe | |
| When my emotions are wounded | |
| Her motions and movements ... | |
| Won't you chase my ghost from me... | |
| So much emotion, so much in motion | |
| Chase this ghost for me. |