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Is there any romance in a Square Dance
Here we go, all start with a left grand.
Apples in pies and peaches are canned.
Lost my partner waddle I do?
Single file promenade they’ll be back to you.
Flies in the buttermilk shoo fly shoo.
Sashay back to your darlin waitin for you.
Don’t hold her too tight she might be frail.
Allemande left, don’t be slow like a snail.
Now do-si-do here we go, keep on the trail.
And never tie a knot in a Guinea Pig‘s tail.
Swing your partner, where’s she gone?
Most fun you can have with all ya clothes on.
Now all join hands and circle wide.
Don’t tread on his boots they are his pride.
Swing your honey, swing her round.
Lift her feet right off the ground.
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