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Current song lyrics
I want to dance so I don?t have to think anymore <br />about the steam cleaned caterpillar in the pinafore<br />I want to dance till the meanings of words are replaced<br />by the snobbish foppish dandies with discriminating taste<br />taking lady?s place and bouncing her face <br />up the escalator to inspect the fay new blonde<br />I want to dance to the voice of the phantom oboe<br />performing spritely melodies of a rococo<br />I want to dance to the rhythm of owls <br />in a plumb who have fashioned tiny instruments <br />plucked with their thumbs <br />no feeling is more safe <br />then when you embrace me dancing<br />we don?t need to call any of our friends <br />because I don?t even care who else is there<br />if dancing is your legs laughing,<br />choking is your throat heckling,<br />cement grapes are falling (falling falling)<br />ah but the limp nymphs are calling me to dance<br /><br /><br />I?m so sick and tired of always feeling down <br />yeah just sitting around yeah wasting my life<br />I want to dance I want to dance I want to dance
New song lyrics
I want to dance so I don?t have to think anymore <br />about the steam cleaned caterpillar in the pinafore<br />I want to dance till the meanings of words are replaced<br />by the snobbish foppish dandies with discriminating taste<br />taking lady?s place and bouncing her face <br />up the escalator to inspect the fay new blonde<br />I want to dance to the voice of the phantom oboe<br />performing spritely melodies of a rococo<br />I want to dance to the rhythm of owls <br />in a plumb who have fashioned tiny instruments <br />plucked with their thumbs <br />no feeling is more safe <br />then when you embrace me dancing<br />we don?t need to call any of our friends <br />because I don?t even care who else is there<br />if dancing is your legs laughing,<br />choking is your throat heckling,<br />cement grapes are falling (falling falling)<br />ah but the limp nymphs are calling me to dance<br /><br /><br />I?m so sick and tired of always feeling down <br />yeah just sitting around yeah wasting my life<br />I want to dance I want to dance I want to dance
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