Who's wearing harlequin skirts now it's summer?
Last time I saw you, you wore shades of grey
Gypsy-like, wearing all colours together
Gold in your ear and a sash round your waist
Who's playing tambourine, bells on her fingers?
Tambourine's faithless, was ever a flirt
Who's scarlet slippers are fastened with ribbons
Bright as the bows on your harlequin skirts:
Dance pretty lady, the music is waiting
Dance for the pennies the people will throw
Silk scarves and beads, gypsy, all colours wearing
Swirling your harlequin skirts as you go:
Dance for the ladies and gentlemen, dance for
The clouds, or the fish in the sea, you've danced your
Last over pieces of my heart, don't you dare
Tell me you're dancing for me
Masquerade's charming. but you should know better
Columbine never excelled at this game
Harlequin skirts may look fine on a dancer
They don't hide a thing, lady, I know your name
Dance for the ladies and gentlemen, dance for
The clouds, or the birds in the tree, you've danced your
Last over pieces of my heart - don't you dare
Tell me you're dancing for me
Dance for the ladies and gentlemen, dance for
The clouds or the fish in the sea, you've danced your
Last over pieces of my heart, don't you dare
Tell me you're dancing for me
Words and music by & © Talis Kimberley 8.2.1990