(Ferry)
Now the ballroomґs empty
Everybody I have known
Has been and gone
With the music over
Here am I
A shadow echoing on
Spin me round...
Now there must be something
In what they say of all things
Great and small
Thereґs dozen roses
Lying almost dying
To say all
Spin me round...
A nether world dancing toy
Iґm wired for sound
Does it matter to me


