Dance
Tonight is in the glare;
No allowance of a mare
Everybody follow the music;
Or else you might get sick
This move, how about another;
Cause you might wake up my father
Silence, let’s call a ballerina;
I thought she will dance in the arena
Neither of us have the feeling of dancing;
Nor a fond in clapping
Let’s just walk down the street;
And go to the place where we always meet
But I want to dance with this rhythm;
I’m feeling the right momentum
Alright, I’ll be your companion;
Where I will dance there and be the champion.
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