Waltzing days in Maidenhead
Oh she said this is my life let me live it in your head
She was a tattered little princess
In the shadows of the gardens in the trees
She was her own world
All for waltzing days in Maidenhead
Twirling in the blood and in the red
Oh it's never cold under the bridge instead
Sacred walzting days in Maidenhead
The days were hopelessly convincing
Like conviction when an English politician
Weighs duties and his debts
And she'd paint her lips pale respberry
Oh the days they'd spend dancing in an empty room by the riverbed
All for waltzing days in Maidenhead
Let me get inside of your head
Lying in the gloom of the moonlight by your bed
Is like waltzing days in Maidenhead