The Arctic Circle

She drives a little white car to the seminar on Modern Romance Possible possible ideas for a date include... a shooting range And her chest is full to bursting with thoughts of an evening Nobody nobody nobody will ever know her longing She’s got a heart that will never melt She’s got a heart that will never never melt Shields up! Shields up! Bar the door, and keep your dukes up! Tell lies, tell dirty lies, tell diggory lies, until you’re lying in his bed He has a tendency, a tendency to fall for shining eyes and baby fat But the quarry don’t share his taste for Anne McCaffrey And he dresses alright but the conversation is wrong, all wrong Nobody nobody nobody will ever know his longing He’s got a heart that will never melt He’s got a heart that will never never melt Shields up! Shields up! Bar the door, and keep your dukes up! Tell lies, tell diggory lies, tell chiggery lies, until you’re lying in his bed Now you can endure the fear Now you can endure the hell Now you can endure the lies Now you can endure the fear Your rock and roll has gone away