There'll be like a ball and like an old dance

No truth is the mall but whatever you call that you can rest the show

The world will dance on your range

It'll be like a hop the whole gang with bops around the side of your wake

and never stop union come fool you never knew how to

behave but do jangle the down because you'll be done bring the family alone by the spot of

alone and play this song over the pae dancing on your race and say that we all have been waiting for this is the color we pray

dancing all your tray the food and doubt can be thrown away at least the one for this may.

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

This is what they will say.

If you're tired for your hull of masses, lift your glasses, shake your grasses, celebrate,

I'll be dancing your praise.

Dancing on your grave,

The glorious twos don't get killed, as you decay we embrace.

Dancing on your rain, camel walk right where your feet would be one and running

man right on your face yeah Choose the picture of your head and it's that I will be in.

Let's say I took the stealthy and my best to go on your face.

Mabu Sapsa, Limbo chat, tangle number,

Cobra, Pocke, Vogue, Yacketan, twist and with a nanny

Q.

With all the cops and chaps, and cup and shuffle,

Fonty Hustle, Fox dry, Rob, Pop, Hop,

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