Revolving Dora

Oh yeah Revolving Dora Hits the floor alone again See her spinning, see her grinning at her imaginary friends She's in her own rotating world There's something blurry about that girl Oh yeah And she's turning out to be Immune to gravity She's a lot like you Not much like me Oh yeah Revolving Dora Seems so sure about it all She knows the score So long before the morning papers make the call And she's searching around the dial For a song that'll make her smile And she's turning out to be Immune to gravity And I don't know the degree Of her grip on reality But she sure has got a hold on me Oh yeah