Dance, Dance, Dance
Having troubles telling how I feelBut I can dance, dance, danceCouldn't possibly tell you how I meanBut I can dance, dance, dance
So when I trip on my feetLook at the beatIt was all written in the sandWhen I'm shaking my hipsLook for the swingIt was all written in the air
Oh, danceI was a dancer all alongDance, dance, danceWords can never make up for what you do
Easy conversations, no such thingNo, I'm shy, shy, shyMy hips, they lie 'cause in reality, ayeI'm shy, shy, shy
But when I trip on my feetLook at the groundThe words are written in the dustWhen I'm shaking my hipsLook for the swingThe words are written in the air
Oh, danceI was a dancer all alongDance, dance, danceWords can never make up for what you do
Oh, danceI was a dancer all alongDance, dance, danceWords can never make up for what you do
Dance, dance, danceOh, I was a dancer all alongDance, dance, danceWords can never make up for what you do
Dance, dance, dance, danceDance, dance, dance, danceDance, dance, dance, dance(I was a dancer all along)Dance, dance, dance, dance(No, words can never make up for what you do)
Dance, dance, dance, danceDance, dance, dance, danceDance, dance, dance