Words we don't understand
Singing. Always singing
Higher than humans
Higher than the clouds above
Enticing all within earshot.
Some wonder how
Some wonder why
But only Vitas himself knows.
Dance Vitas, dance.
With your platforms
And your sparkle suits.
Ending on a note,
Soprano of course
He grins at the crowd
His ego as lofty as his voice.
Oct 13, 2011
Oct 13, 2011 at 1:02 AM UTC
Words we don't understand
Singing. Always singing
Higher than humans
Higher than the clouds above
Enticing all within earshot.
Some wonder how
Some wonder why
But only Vitas himself knows.
Dance Vitas, dance.
With your platforms
And your sparkle suits.
Ending on a note,
Soprano of course
He grins at the crowd
His ego as lofty as his voice.
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