Isobel Campbell
Emanuelle, Skating On Thin Ice
He may want to save you
For there's nothing I can do
I could entertain you
But it's making me so blue
And we've been here before
And I've walked out the door
When the ice looks decidedly thin
So I pull myself out, take a look all about
Soon I'm skating around
I've fallen back in
He may be the great thing
So there's nothing I can do
I just want to love here
Until it's time to move
Will he smile at me back
Try to tell me the facts
When the strangers don't harbour a care?
For the stories we're sold, when we're seven years old
Of the princes of old, it's not really fair
He may want to save you
For there's nothing I can do
I could entertain you
But there's too much, too much to lose