| When your daddy plays guitar
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| You dance without a smile
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| Kid you may not have great rhythm
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| But you sure got style
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| Just four years old and still it seems
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| You’ve got it figured out
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| When daddy sings, and then you dance
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| The people clap and shout
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| Cuz, you’re my dancin' boy
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| And it’s so scary how you trust me
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| Just one look from you
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| And I come pouring out like wine
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| Dancin' boy, I’m sure by now that you must see
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| You’re dancin' means much more to me
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| Than any dream of mine
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| Yes, I’m so proud when you are with me
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| That my heart digs in my throat
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| And when you stop to strut your stuff
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| My eyes go all afloat
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| And when I have to leave you home
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| As sometimes it must be
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| I feel that with my leaving
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| I leave far too much of me
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| Yes, you’re my dancin' boy
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| And it’s scary how you trust me
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| Just one look from you
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| And I come pouring out like wine
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| You’re my dancin' boy
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| I’m sure by now that you must see
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| You’re dancin' means much more to me
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| Than any dream of mine
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| You know the time will come my dancin' boy
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| When you’re dancin' days are done
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| And when daddy and his dancin' boy
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| Will have dwindled down to one
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| You know the world will’ve taught you other steps
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| To match the march of time
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| So you’ll have to keep our dancin' days
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| Dancin' in your mind
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| Yes, do your dancin', boy
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| Cuz it’s so scary how you trust me
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| Just one look from you
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| And I come pouring out like wine
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| Do your dancin', boy
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| I’m sure by now that you must see
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| You’re dancin' means much more to me
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| Than any dream of mine |