Žodžiai dainai: Marc Almond. Dancer.

Dancer to a dangerous rhythm
You know, you're never gonna be forgiven
Chancer so many near misses
I'm still tripping on your absinthe kisses

Intoxicating and exotic
Dancer, you're my sweet narcotic
You're burning in my primitive heart, dancer
You're burning in my primitive heart

Dancing to the rhythm of my falling tears
Dancing to the beating of my broken heart
So sweet the pain and pleasure
Move for move, measure for measure

Dark horse so surreal Satanic
Dancer dreamer, you're a free spirit
You're burning in my primitive heart, dancer
You're burning in my primitive heart

Dancer, you gave me a wicked path to follow
Dark thrills but bitter pills to swallow
Strange one, I don't know what to believe
Are you a nail in my coffin or a card up my sleeve?

You're burning in my primitive heart, dancer
You're burning in my primitive heart

So dancer, lights, camera, action
You're gonna be my main attraction
You gotta keep me coming back for more
Dancer just another anchor

Dancer
(Burning in my primitive heart)
You're a dancer
(Burning in my primitive heart)

You're a chancer
(Burning in my primitive heart)
You're a dancer
(Burning in my primitive heart)

You're gonna burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
(Burning in my primitive heart)
Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn
(Burning in my primitive heart)

(Burning in my primitive heart)
And you're a dancer, a chancer, romancer
(Burning in my primitive heart)
A dancer, dancer
(Burning in my primitive heart)