Oh, how the wind blows softly upon my heated brow.
And the scent is not only sweet, but familiar. And fresh.
It's going to be an exciting ride, that much I can promise you.


But don't go looking for a romance novel,
what we're going to have deserves a symphony proposed by trees and windchimes made of rocks we found on the Moon. We're going dancing tonight.


I'll kick and scream but you know that only means I want to go more than you know,
so take me anyways, put my red heels on.
You see handsome, dancing is all about attitude, which you know I have plenty of. So there's no excuse not to go out.
You see, there's the chemicals flying and the temperature's rising,
The stars are erupting love glue because tonight I'll be with you.
And the chimes will never chime so deliciously as they will when the clicks and taps of our shoes do all the talking.


Click, click, clack. Tap, tap, tap, tap.
Translated it means I love you.