Silly Dancer - Phlake/Mercedes the Virus

Lyrics by：Mads Bo Iversen

Composed by：Jonathan Elkær Nielsen/Mads Bo Iversen

Yeah

Yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

I'm like a knife in the flesh

I took a slice 'o your chest

And then I lit up the rest

Like a cigarette after sex

And now your smile is infected

No it will never mean the the same again

Still we try to resurrect it

Are we just playing dead

Ooh my silly dancer

Do your silly dance

You give me the answers

By doing your silly dance

Ooh my silly dancer

Do your silly dance

You give me the answers

By doing your silly dance

You're like a knife in the flesh

You cut the scars in my chest

Set fire to the rest

Like a cigarette after sex

I'm a fantastic mistake

Your serendipity in the flesh

You wanted somebody else

But bumped into me instead

I'm your silly dancer

I'm doing this silly dance

For your entertainment

But you don't even care

I'm your silly dancer

I'm doing my little dance

Just to give you pleasure

But you don't even care

A pair of amateur mind wrestlers

Slash professional wrecks

Let's moonwalk apart in the sunset

While we wave the pain away

No more innocent drunk texting

We press delete reset

It was a good-hearted virus

That we can never forget

All that stupid passion

Don't have to make sense

Love is still intact huh

It looks just like a mess

Doomed from the beginning

We gave it a chance

Wounded from the battle

Shoot us 'til the end