As the band starts laying the beat
The floor gets hot and moves your feet
Flying fleet don't you dare take a seat
Because when the fire starts to burn
It's your turn to make a girl yearn
For your hand in a passionate dance
To grace the floor with one you adore
For inside there is a passion to prance
Raise the lance in a jousting ousting
Of anxiety let the drummer set you free
For dancing is the Lord's therapy
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
As the band starts laying the beat
The floor gets hot and moves your feet
Flying fleet don't you dare take a seat
Because when the fire starts to burn
It's your turn to make a girl yearn
For your hand in a passionate dance
To grace the floor with one you adore
For inside there is a passion to prance
Raise the lance in a jousting ousting
Of anxiety let the drummer set you free
For dancing is the Lord's therapy
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