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Dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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I need some help, I get beside myself |
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And I got so many things in life to do |
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Like, reach for a star |
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Or maybe shoot ten under par |
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I'd like to do it all before I'm through |
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Fly into space, or maybe save the human race |
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All these things seem so appealing |
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But I'll never get the chance |
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Cuz all I do is dance |
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My mama said my brains are in my feet |
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Dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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Dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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Papa told me |
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Every night when he would scold me |
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He knew I'd never make him very proud |
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So I ran away from home to live all alone |
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And make myself a stand-out in the crowd |
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Then it hit, my ideas began to fit |
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I had to be what I was meant to be |
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Now my name is up in lights |
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And I hoof here every night |
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They were right |
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My brains are in my feet |
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Dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing |
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My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |
