I danced with the other girls,
And you watched my feet,
I saw you in the wings.
Your eyes were dark as my knees caught the light.
Spin, reach, drop.
Get up, carry on going if you have the strength to, girl.
My hips catch the fabric of the shift.
Swaying, rolling like the sickness growing.
My waist is small but my backbone strong.
This dress is not for you,
This love song is not for you.
It's all been staged.
Necks stretch,
Heads roll.
And I leave the floor,
Feet sure.
I don't run,
But you do.
We've played this out before.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
I danced with the other girls,
And you watched my feet,
I saw you in the wings.
Your eyes were dark as my knees caught the light.
Spin, reach, drop.
Get up, carry on going if you have the strength to, girl.
My hips catch the fabric of the shift.
Swaying, rolling like the sickness growing.
My waist is small but my backbone strong.
This dress is not for you,
This love song is not for you.
It's all been staged.
Necks stretch,
Heads roll.
And I leave the floor,
Feet sure.
I don't run,
But you do.
We've played this out before.
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