fredag 18. februar 2011

Dance, dance, dance

Having troubles telling how I feel, but I can dance dance 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.
































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