Several Styles of Blonde Girls Dancing

Carry me to your blue bed My memory was not serving me so correctly (i walked in and kissed the wrong one) Is that what I want or is that what I am? I respect you (i inspect you) I respect you I respect you Carry me to your blue bed Watching you move is like sensing The scheme of things pushing apart at the seams Your gesture is knocking a hole in the air You perceive me You receive me You retrieve me You reprieve me Carry me to your blue bed Rushing up to meet me Knocking a hole I walked in and kissed Is that what I want Sensing the scheme Watching you move I should know better I calculate, the buildings change and there I go again emerging from the underground not knowing where I am A verdant park of small proportions underneath the sky The turtles' eggs, the dancing suns, the things I can't explain Mating monkeys filled the trees thus breaking all the rules The music that we danced to wasn't anything like this