But when I trip on my feet look at the ground, the words are written in the dust. When I'm shaking my hips look for the swing, the words are written in the air.
Having troubles telling how I feel.
But I can dance, dance and dance.
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean.
But I can dance, dance, dance.
So when I trip on my feet,
look at the beat.
The words are written in the sand.
When I'm shaking my hips,
look for the swing.
The words are written in the air.
Dance.
I was a dancer all along.
Dance, dance, dance.
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