Love To Dance
every time i hear music, no matter where i go,
my feet start on moving,
and i wiggle my little toe,
i dance down the street,
even if there is no music around,
and all the people around me,
wonder whats going down,
i dance like ginger rodgers,
and dance like fred astaire
well really thats what i think,
but really dance like rupert the bear,
when i hear the music,
i start to sing along,
even tho i dont know the words
and i sing it all wrong,
i wiggle my little hips,
and clap my little hands,
all i need now is some music or a little band,
people think i,m crazy
when they see me standing there,
wiggling my little tooty
while combing my greasy hair,
i danced on the steps
then i tried to dance on the chair,
dancing on the table,
while music fills the air,
shaking like elvis presley
and moving like james dean
I am kidding on i can dance
its really just a dream,
my dancing's is so bad,
no matter where i go,
every time i try to hip hop
i end up on the floor,
my legs are like jelly,
and my head is hanging down,
bopping along to jean vincent,
and crawling along the ground,
if you started singing,
and you brought a friend along,
we can have a party,
as we dance all night long,,,
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