Easy conversations, no such thing
The words are written in the dust
Look for the swing
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do
So when I trip on my feet
The words are written in the air
But I can dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Look at the ground
(No, words can never make up for what you do)
I'm shy, shy, shy
I was a dancer all along
Oh, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
It was all written in the air
Words can never make up for what you do
Oh, I was a dancer all along
Look at the beat
When I'm shaking my hips
I was a dancer all along
I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Look for the swing
Words can never make up for what you do
My hips, they lie 'cause in reality, aye
(I was a dancer all along)
But when I trip on my feet
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance, dance
No, I'm shy, shy, shy
Dance, dance, dance
When I'm shaking my hips
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
Dance, dance, dance
Oh, dance
Oh, dance
It was all written in the sand
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do