D
Having troubles telling how I feel
       G
But I can dance, dance, dance
D
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
       G
But I can dance, dance, dance
           D
So when I trip on my feet
Look at the beat
              G
The words are, written in the sand
           D
When I'm shaking my hips

Look for the swing
             G
The words are written in the air

D
Dance,
          G
I was a dancer all along
               D
Dance, dance, dance
                 G
Words can never make up for what you do

Easy conversations, there's no such thing
No I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy
But when I trip on my feet
Look at the ground
The words are written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing
The words are written in the air

Dance,
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do

Dance, dance, dance

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