“I see a Hollywood musical set à la Fred and Ginger, “Dancing In The Dark” style. Otherwise, I have no idea where these lyrics came from. Somewhere in the depths of my bizarre mind. Christer’s guitar is so right on. Thank you!” (Allen Finney 2018)

Eraser burns and powder traces
An office with a swinging door
Put down your books and lets trade places
Help yourself to the bottom drawer

Come on and waltz with me
Across the marble floor

I could eat a eucalyptus breath mint
Breezy like a tropic shore
Come on, tell me where the fun went
Why’s it all such a bore?

Come on and waltz with me
Across the marble floor

Slap me with a shaving brush
Scrape me ’til my neck gets raw
Stay for tea, what’s the rush?
We’ll eat the dust of what we saw

Come on and waltz with me
Across the marble
Come on and waltz with me
Across the midnight floor