Old Fashioned

Have you ever felt you belong to another time?
Like you'd ring my father's bell and call me Clementine
I ain't no Betty Crocker, though I'm sure she's a millionaire
Just like how you look, my love, in a Technicolor glare

And we'd drive around and howl at the moon
In spite of the beautiful and dangerous
They said beware, but we had it all
In spite of the beautiful and dangerous

I thought we were flying over
Flying over
Flying, flying over

Of course it went Greek when Jason found his blonde
And I cried for hours right into Jamaica Pond
I ain't no Medea, no, I'll never be unkind
It's you who marred the children that we made up in our mind

Oh no, I never thought you'd be one of the beautiful and dangerous
Never did I ever think that you'd
be one of the beautiful and dangerous

I thought we were flying over
Flying over
Flying, flying over

Well, I went to the doctor
And he gave me the news
Says I'm just a hipster
With the old-fashioned blues

Well, you think I'm done with love?
You think I have my fill?
Well, it's when you're not looking
You make the accidental kill

He said I was Cleopatra and he was Little Boy Blue
He opened his heart and there was nothing I could do

Oh no, don't turn me in to one of the beautiful and dangerous
Never did I ever want to be one of the beautiful and dangerous

I thought we were flying over
Flying over
Flying, flying over
Flying, flying over
Flying over
Flying, flying, flying, flying
Flying over, over