Dances

She dances in NoMa Leaving on a flight for Tacoma Slip it in the waist of an aging line Hid it all the way, still a waste of time She dances in NoMa Leaving on a flight for Tacoma Slip it in the waist of an aging line Hid it all the way, still a waste of time It all comes back to warn you And I know by now You're coming back And I know by now You're coming back Work in the back, a machine of many colors You don't know what I'm asking, do you Trying to face an eleventh-hour cover You don't know what I'm asking, do you And she ain't playing a game for two You're reeling, what has it come to Crying for you Lying on a bed You don't know what I'm asking, do you And she ain't playing a game for two Reel it in, advancing in passes The chances it happens She dances in NoMa Leaving on a flight for Tacoma Slip it in the waist of an aging line Hid it all the way, still a waste of time It all comes back to warn you And I know by now You're coming back