Image — Theatre Of Tragedy

You act a pansy, pushover Do live your fancy, go lower Who is that, someone says your name You seem chancy, moreover The call is mine

I'm gonna get you up I'm gonna get on top The call is mine

On the skew, you're dancing all over You are the anti-fashion statement In a blue suit, and orange pullover You look like my old dog Rover

I'm gonna get you up I'm gonna get on top The call is mine