All she ever wanted when the day turned indigo. Was to leave her grubby life behind her. To the buzzing streets below. Tainted passion and temptation. Led her down a trail of lust. Now the fate of Faye Delroy. Is written in the dust. Written in the dust. Oh my rockin chair. Rock me tender in the night air. Oh my rockin chair. Rock me back and make me be there. She said her head don't move the same way. That ther hand ususlly does. That she's got memory bubble. Almost like the rest of us. And ADD salamanders. Cannot figure what to wear. And they'll be standing in the closet. And every dress is savoir faire. Every dress is savoir faire. Oh my rockin chair. Rock me tender in the night air.... Rock me here rock me there. Rock me in my rocking chair... My oh my rock me tender in the night air.... Za va ba za ba bi ya.... ca va pas? za ba bi ya.... Romeo Boyz they'll b dancing with the Cha Cha Girlz. Oh my rockin chair. Rock me tender in the night air. Oh my rockin chair. Rock me back and make me be there..