Well according to the shadows We should be getting home According to the shadows We should be getting on With your lucky lucky fingers And your caterpillar eyes I promise to be gentle And I promise to be nice Some love is short, some love is long Sing to the ghosts of a dream gone wrong A new style hit the city A nueva bossa craze Dance into the future In the old fashioned ways Perfect your dimensions Teeth as white as white I promise to be gentle And I promise to be nice