A Gentleman's Excuse Me

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 still 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 inside your head I'm tired of dancing?
For every one step forward
I'm taking two steps back
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?

I know you still like old fashioned waltzes
Your reflection in the mirror
That you flirt with as you glide across the floor
But if I told you the music's over
Would you want to hear
That your dance card is empty
That there's no-one really there?
Do you still believe in Santa Claus
There's a millionaire looking for your front door
With a key to a life that you'd never understand?
And all I have to offer
Is the love that I have, it's freely given
You'll see its value
When you see what I've tried to say

It's a gentleman's excuse me
So I'll take on step to the side
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?
For every one step forward
I'm taking two steps back
Can you get it inside your head
That from this one step forward
There's no turning back?
Can you get it inside your head I'm tired of dancing?
We're finished dancing