Choreography

If you had a ballroom in old England And I the courage to ask for your hand We'd both know every step If we were peasants scaring off crows From the fallow fields we have sown We'd face no fork in the road But we're neither noble nor peasantry No familiar choreography Burn me a mix CD And you cook for me Tonight If we were pawns in a world war Writing of battles and babies at home We'd predict each pen stroke But we're neither soldiers nor addresses No familiar choreography Burn me a mix CD And you cook for me Write our own dumb choreography We may step on some toes sometimes But dance with me Tonight Burn me a mix CD Tonight Burn me a mix CD Tonight Burn me a mix CD Tonight Burn me a mix CD Tonight And you cook for me Write our own dumb choreography We may step on some toes sometimes