Push that button and let the rush in
As your face flushes, voices tussle

amid the existing cacophony

Pick it up, consider it, or push it aside
Because all or any of that **** should not hinder your stride
And no resonance of putrid residue left inside

Because you are of you
And THAT makes you beautiful

Whether demonstration be of lines or dance
I can feel how your gestures entrance
So don't let anything, not one thing fall to chance

Consternation will not best you.

Disdainful looks of scorn unfortunately adorn this fallible world
We learn to accept this, as for them, they can sit and twirl
Because I can hear that nothing will stop this girl

It's best not to step