good things come to those who dance

Standing on the sidelines when suddenly the beat

begins in those old speakers and travels to my feet.

I feel my heartbeat quicken, feel the blood rush to my head.

I’ll dance until they stop me, we can sit down when we’re dead.

He takes my hand and drags me on the floor and we begin.

one-step two-step rock-step S T O P one-step two-step S P I N

Life is made for laughter, for breathless dizzy flight,

for waking up swung-over after dancing in the night.

Tonight I feel like dying in the midst of twirling skirts,

lost in laughing music, men in sweat stained shirts.

Tonight I feel like living till it hurts to suck breath in.

one-step two-step rock-step S T O P one-step two-step S P I N

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