He knows
Where your heart goes
When the bell tolls
And the needle goes on the disc
Spin round
You're no clown, you're a woman
And you're only on side A
You've still got the whole long play
To twist
You move
Pretty slowly
Its almost like you don't know every bit
Your voice
In the bottle
And he's taking it from your grip
And emptying it
So you run a long bath
Its a pain in the ass
But how are you going to fill your glass
And your legs are sore and
If you're gonna be dancing more then
You'd better save the last drop
The one he didn't spot
Because time will drag while you wait for more whiskey to pour
And by that time he's gone
On another plane, and you're on the floor
And your blood is finally flowing
And all you can give him is a dizzy embrace
A bump on the face
A clumsy encore
And a pat on the floor
Invite him down to where your whole body is sprawled
But the look on his face makes a wall
You missed the best part, the harmony
That pulls on his heart, you missed it all
But if I can't dance to Cohen, what do you want me for?
I can twist to disco from an MP4
I know that the sound's not the same, and
Nothing compares to the name, but
I'm moving slowly like I'm 64
But you watch me go like I'm a fucking whore
We know
You're no clown, you're a woman
And you're only on side A
You've still got the whole long play
To twist