| Dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| I need some help, I get beside myself
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| And I got so many things in life to do
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| Like, reach for a star
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| Or maybe shoot ten under par
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| I’d like to do it all before I’m through
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| Fly into space, or maybe save the human race
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| All these things seem so appealing
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| But I’ll never get the chance
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| Cuz all I do is dance
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| My mama said my brains are in my feet
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| Dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| Dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| Papa told me
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| Every night when he would scold me
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| He knew I’d never make him very proud
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| So I ran away from home to live all alone
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| And make myself a stand-out in the crowd
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| Then it hit, my ideas began to fit
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| I had to be what I was meant to be
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| Now my name is up in lights
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| And I hoof here every night
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| They were right
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| My brains are in my feet
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| Dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing
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| My feet keep dancing, dancing, dancing |