All I want to do is dance.
I don't want your romance.
I want to move. I want to choose.
Pick me up off my seat;
turn me out on my feet.
I want to turn. I choose my turn.
You don't want to see the real me when we're dancin'
Keep away from the wall.
Idiosyncracy, that is all;
no phobia, no fear.
Painted faces, painted clothes;
I dont care for guns or bows
my music is my shield
You don't want to see the real me when we're dancin'
I am waking up in degrees.
I am living in industry.
We all need escape from monetary rape.
Honesty is in our feet.
Pick me up off the floor;
I don't care to see a door.
I hate the decision.
Push and pull and make me bend,
then we'll start to dance again.
I love the restriction.
You don't want to see the real me when we're dancing.
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