All I want to do is dance. I don't want your romance. I want to move. I want to choose. Pick me up off my seat; turn me out on my feet. I want to turn. I choose my turn. You don't want to see the real me when we're dancin' Keep away from the wall. Idiosyncracy, that is all; no phobia, no fear. Painted faces, painted clothes; I dont care for guns or bows my music is my shield You don't want to see the real me when we're dancin' I am waking up in degrees. I am living in industry. We all need escape from monetary rape. Honesty is in our feet. Pick me up off the floor; I don't care to see a door. I hate the decision. Push and pull and make me bend, then we'll start to dance again. I love the restriction. You don't want to see the real me when we're dancing.
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