Mothers in Jeans - Miracles of Modern Science

You can hang me with the stockings

Or stick me in a frame

Short leash for walking

Share a number and a name

I’d love to keep on talking

But I gotta catch a plane

Goddamn, it’s starting to show

Yes ma’am, I’m dancing too slow

I could be your fixer upper

Slap on a coat of paint

Stuff a promise in the cupboard

One for every year you wait

Could you maybe go another?

Or would you go insane?

Goddamn, it’s starting to show

Yes ma’am

Dancing too slow, I’ve been dancing too slow

My feet are moving fast as they can go

Dancing too slow, you say that I’ve been dancing too slow

And I know you’re gonna blow

I thought that I could dodge it

By taking all the blame

I thought that I could stop it

I thought that I could change

But I’ve been dancing too slow