to the boy with the dancing feet,
please never stop loving what you do.
one day, when we meet,
i hope you'll teach me the moves too.

i might end up missing a step,
but i know you'll correct me right away.
and you might "accidentally" nudge me to make me fall,
but i know you'll catch me in your arms-- that's how we'll play.

you'll twirl me around on my tiptoes,
my heartbeat and head is a mess,
your hands on my waist, my arms round your neck,
a tangle of limbs, is what anyone will guess.

and when the music finally stops,
that's when we have to let go.
but i'm glad you taught me how to dance,
through dancing, it's only love you show.

to love the dancing boy,
to see such passion and feel such love,
to be the reason why you dance,
to be only yours, to be the one you're proud of