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Having troubles telling how I feel But I can dance, dance and dance Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean But I can dance, dance, dance So when I trip on my feet Look at the beat The words are, written in the sand When I'm shaking my hips Look for the swing The words are, written in the air Dance I was a dancer all along Dance, dance, dance Words can never make up for what you do Easy conversations, there's no such thing No I'm shy, shy, shy My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy But when I trip on my feet Look at the ground The words are, written in the dust When I'm shaking my hips Look for the swing The words are written in the air Dance I was a dancer all along Dance, dance, dance Words can never make up for what you do Dance, dance, dance
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