Someone Isn't Dancing

Someone isn't dancing
And I've a feeling they mean me

Lying with a bellyache
On that red and black settee

Trace back a line
To that pointing doll I find

That old speck of guilt
That's been there for all my life

Lying with a bellyache
With my stolen dictionary

Teddy pointing at the guilty one
From the screen of our TV

Trace back a line
To that pointing doll I find

That old speck of guilt
That's been there for all my life

Someone wasn't dancing
And I know that they meant me

They always mean me