Ronnie Hock

Ronnie Hock

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Pop - Rock | Muskegon, Michigan, United States
Total Song Plays: 4,734   
Member Since: 2005
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Song Description

Internet stalking.... Medicated, psychotic guy meets girl in chat room, thinks life would be complete if only....

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Lyrics

The heavy perfume;
the gossip's rotting and it's drawing flies.
The feast is cold,
waiting for their pleasure to arrive.

Like an apparition, she was standing in the door.
Man, they cleared the floor.

I did a figure eight around the moon.
The place lit up when she came in the room.
She rolled her eyes, threw back her head.
That figure eight, it knocked me dead.

We played charades;
Dame Edna was a forward for the Bulls.
The orchestra played;
in penguin suits they tango to and fro.

Then she spoke to me, this paragon of pedigree,
and asked would I like to dance.
Man, I was in a trance.

I did a figure eight around the moon.
The place lit up when she came in the room.
She rolled her eyes, threw back her head.
That figure eight, it knocked me dead.

I was in a trance ..........

When she looked my way
I see she needed a shave.

Song Length
4:30
Genres
Rock - Classic, Rock - Classic
Tempo / Feel
Slow (71 - 90)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal
Moods
Disturbed, Restless

Subject Matter
Unrequited Love, Loneliness


Language
English
Era
2000 and later

Lyric Credits Ronnie Hock
Music Credits Ronnie Hock & Denis Smith
Producer Credits Denis Smith and Ronnie Hock
Publisher Credits Neoteny Music
Performance Credits The Bashers
Label Credits Bongowanda