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Oh dear god it’s almost all I wanna do, to hear music that makes my body move, yeah, like it’s in a smooth groove.

Some might see me in my trance, moving from a slide to prance, jumping and gliding like a bird, from branch to branch.

Yeah, all I wanna do is dance!

Oh dear god, it’s what you made me pretty good at, I think I’m supposed to move the way I do, besides, it’s you that takes ahold of my feet, and flaps them around like they’re on high heat.

Yeah, all I wanna do is dance!

Oh dear god, what would they do if they saw me in France, would they give me a second glance, would they even give me a chance? Give me just about any good music, and I’ll tinkle my toes, and twinkle my nose, but you won’t see it, because I’ll be in the throes of my feet on the go!

Yeah, all I wanna do is dance!

Oh my lord, has this fella lost his gourd, does he not know how he looks as stiff as a board? Besides, that doesn’t matter none, dance is in the dancer, and we’re not done until the white dove takes flight, and the prancer dances even faster, off into the night.

Oh yeah, all I wanna do is dance!

I can see your smile in the way you make my feet move, oh dear creator of my myth, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, for giving me a skill, that people can partake in if they wish. Yeah, come join me as I flop around like a fish!

Oh yeah, all I wanna do is dance!

Sincerely,

Flash Figaroa