Listen to the score.
You don't dance anymore.
I beseech and implore.
Take to the floor
And not the door.
Rhythmic galore!
Three step or four.
Spin 'til feet are so sore.
You know what's in store.
The beat's never a chore.
A new dance or times yore.
Street moves or folklore.
That sway all adore.
It's my life and your
if you only let it soar.
From the oath which you roar.
Let go, live, enjoy and pour
Out what's kept at soul's core.
Call out dance encore! Encore!
More! More! More!
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