| Sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
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| It’s so hard to make every note bend just right.
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| You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
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| But a tune for the dancing is there in it’s place.
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| Well, the dance floor’s for gliding and not jumping over ponies.
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| Where boots and gold bracelets come and meet as they should.
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| It’s for celebrating a Friday night romance:
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| Forgetting the bad stuff and just feeling good.
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| Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
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| It’s so hard to make every note bend just right.
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| You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
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| But a tune for the dancing is there in it’s place.
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| Oh, an arm’s just an arm 'til it’s wrapped 'round a shoulder;
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| Looped side by side they go stepping out together.
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| A note’s just a note 'til you wake from your slumber,
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| And dare to discover the new melody.
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| Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
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| It’s so hard to make every note bend just right.
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| You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
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| But a tune for the dancing is there in it’s place.
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| Instrumental break.
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| Oh, sweet is the melody, so hard to come by.
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| It’s so hard to make every note bend just right.
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| You lay down the hours and leave not one trace,
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| But a tune for the dancing is there in it’s place.
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| Ooh, ooh.
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| Ooh ooh. |