Having trouble telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, danceSo when I'm tripping my feet, look at the beat
The words are written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips, look for the swing
The words are written in the airOoh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you doEasy conversations, no such thing
No, I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie cause in reality
I'm shy, shy, shySo when I'm tripping my feet, look at the ground
The words are written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips, look for the swing
The words are written in the airOoh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you doOoh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you doOoh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you doDance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Songwriters
Yttling, Bj�rn Daniel Arne / Zachrisson, Lykke Li TimotejPublished by
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