Donna Summer burns inside my head
Donna Summer burns until I'm dead
And I bled like I said when I watched hard and saw her breathing
I was seething, but Donna Summer didn't know or care

Donna Summer spins just round and round
And hungry pigeons circle round and round
To see what they found
But I knew, when I saw you so blue
That you would always have the things of me
Mystery
Tragedy
Comedy and Donna Summer