Sarah

La la la... 
Where are you going tonight? 
Where do you dance when you turn off the light? 
And your eyes as they roll in your head 
Spin you around as you lie on the bed 
But I'm not keeping time 
Upon the creeping vine, vine 
He was the one made you fall 
But he couldn't help you at all, not at all 
So he packed up and jumped from the wall 
Pushing his luck past the ghosts in the hall 
Still I'm not keeping time 
Upon the creeping vine, vine 
Oh, Sarah 
You've done it all to yourself 
With your bottle of gin on the shelf 
And your love letters sent to yourself 
Oh, Sarah 
You used to say you were lucky 
Now your [bad word] off down the stairs 
To the arms of another 
At the back of her mind there's a photograph 
Of a child all alone in the dark 
She can tell by the bell ringing back at her 
She's lost 
Where are you going tonight? 
Dressed like a ragdoll with holes in your tights 
And your eyes as they roll in your head 
Spin you around as you fall out the bed 
But I'm not keeping time 
Upon the creeping vine, vine 
Oh, Sarah 
You've done it all to yourself 
With your bottle of gin on the shelf 
And your love letters sent to yourself 
Oh, Sarah 
You used to say you were lucky 
Now your [bad word] off down the stairs 
And you realize nobody cares 
Take the bottle of gin from the shelf 
And pour me another 
La la la...