Friday, August 12, 2011

Dance dance dance



Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance, 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


(The more I listen to this song the more I think it could have been written for Princess Marmalade)

5 comments:

Apanona said...

Great, great song! I like it too!

Atelier e-Couture said...

A mi tambien. Dance, dance, dance, it is Friday!!!

vestidadedomingo said...

parece sacada de uno de tus dibujos

greeting cards said...

Dance! Just keep on dancing. Life is filled with too many reasons to dance. I love this blog entry and have a great weekend.

lamediterrània said...

Esque bailar...siempre libera un poquito, no?
Por cierto, gracias por todos los descubrimientos musicales que nos haces aquí!