Dance the Dance
Dance the DanceWhen I was young and knob-knee'd I thought you were cool
Now I'm all grown up and I make you drool
You never gave a thought to noticing me
I looked up to you from the age of three
Your youth is gone and passed you by
I still have a song and a twinkle in my eye
You never get a second chance to rule
if you don't see the glance when it's aimed at you
So be aware and make your stance
or miss the bud of a sweet romance
-M.Jacobs
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