The beats yeah,
they were coming out the speakers and rewinding up,
straight in your sneakers
and I‘m dancing like every song
who spends his bizzle like all my dance heros would
if they existed.
And it‘s sad that you think that we‘re all just sceensters
and even if we were its not the senior thinking of,
to taking props from like these boy band fashions,
all crop tops and testosterone passion.
If there‘s one thing that I could never confess,
it‘s that I can‘t dance or sing or step.
It‘s you.
It‘s me.
And there‘s dancing! (x2)
Not sure if you mind if I dance with you
but right now I don‘t think you care about anything.
And oh if only there were clothes on the floor,
I‘d feel for certain I was bedroom dancing.
And it‘s all flaming limbs at the front line.
Every single one of us is twisted by design
and dispatches from the back of mind,
just as long as were here everything is alright.
If there‘s one thing that I could never confess,
it‘s that I can‘t dance or sing or step.
It‘s you.
It‘s me.
And there‘s dancing! (x2)