Do you still keep paper flowers in the bottom drawer with your Belgian lace
taking them out every year to watch the colors fade away?
Do you still believe in fairy tales, in battlements of shining castles
safe from the dragons that lie beneath the hill?

Are you still a Russian princess rescued by a gypsy dancer
to anyone who’ll listen is that a story you tell?
You live a life of fantasy, your diary romantic fiction
Can’t you see it’s hard for me, can you see what I am trying to say?

It’s a gentleman’s excuse me so I’ll take on step to the side.
Can you get it in your head I’m tired of dancing?
For every one step forward we’re taking two steps back
Can you get it in your head I’m tired of dancing?

Fish – A gentleman’s excuse me