Have you ever felt you belong to another time?

Like you'd ring my father's bell and call me Clementine

I ain't no Betty Crocker, though I'm sure she's a millionaire

Just like how you look, my love, in a Technicolor glare

And we'd drive around and howl at the moon

In spite of the beautiful and dangerous

They said beware, but we had it all

In spite of the beautiful and dangerous

I thought we were flying over

Flying over

Flying, flying over

Of course it went Greek when Jason found his blonde

And I cried for hours right into Jamaica Pond

I ain't no Medea, no, I'll never be unkind

It's you who marred the children that we made up in our mind

Oh no, I never thought you'd be one of the beautiful and dangerous

Never did I ever think that you'd be one of the beautiful and dangerous

I thought we were flying over

Flying over

Flying, flying over

Well, I went to the doctor

And he gave me the news

Says I'm just a hipster

With the old-fashioned blues

Well, you think I'm done with love?

You think I have my fill?

Well, it's when you're not looking

You make the accidental kill

He said I was Cleopatra and he was Little Boy Blue

He opened his heart and there was nothing I could do

Oh no, don't turn me in to one of the beautiful and dangerous

Never did I ever want to be one of the beautiful and dangerous

I thought we were flying over

Flying over

Flying, flying over

Flying, flying over

Flying over

Flying, flying, flying, flying

Flying over, over