With two left feet, no sense of rhythm,
Murmur of voices, giggles and gasps
Comes within earshot when I dance.
Oh, but in my head I dance seductively,
Grinding hips and dippin' with Patrick Swayze.
That 'climatic lift' in Dirty Dancing, no problo,
I fly in the air with grace and flair.
Repeated cheers and bravos I do hear,
For I now dance within my head.