The Hollies

See the girl with cymbals on her fingers entering through the door.
Ruby glistening from her navel, shimmering around the floor.

Bells on feet go ting-a-ling-a-ling-ing, going through my head.
Sweat is falling just-a like-a teardrops running from her head.

Now she's dancing, going through the movements, swaying to and fro.
Body moving, bringing back a memory, thoughts of long ago.