There'll be like a ball and I can dance, hold, or no, truth to the mall, but whatever you call,

that you can rest the show the world's a dance on your brain.

Yeah, it'll be like a hop the whole gang with five ground to start at your way can never stop you in

compo.

You never knew how to behave.

But you gang were done because you'll be gone to bring the family alone, find a spot on the lawn and play this song over the P.A.

Dancing all the Lord Ray,

the day that we all have been waiting for,

this is the calm how we pray.

Dancing all your ray,

the food and doubt can be thrown away, at least the one for this pain.

Forget a top of when your name gets scrawled upon the wall of appalling dead turd coats and not invitations.

This is what they will say.

Drink your tire and pour your huddled masses. lift your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate,

coffee pads on your brain

Dancing on your brain

Glorious tools, no contility, as here you decaying embrace

Dancing on your parade

Camel walk right where your feet would be

A running man right on your face

Yeah To the picture of your To the picture of your red is that I will be in a little bit.

And let's say I'm supposed to tell the at my chest and so on your dream. Nalphalzada, limbo chachat, tangle number, cower, poker, boc and jacks, and with a nip

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