Here She Comes Again...

You're always dancing down the street

With your suede blue eyes

And every new boy that you meet

He doesn't know the real surprise

You've got your nuclear boots
And your drip dry glove
Oo when you bite your lip
Its some reaction to love, o-ove, o-ove
(here she comes again)
When shes dancing neath the starry sky

Yeah, I think you'll flip