| Mover |
|---|
| There’s a dancer from Argentina with raven hair, |
| I’ll bet you tonight she’s in a club somewhere. |
| With a passion for uptown fashion and ballroom lights, |
| And I’ll hold her tonight in a dream that fades away. |
| Mover, I know all of your moves. |
| When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina. |
| Mover, come talk to me. |
| Mover, take a walk with me. |
| Sit down, show me your heart. |
| She deserted a wealthy family one stormy night, |
| And fled Buenos Aires on an LA flight. |
| She’d deny it, but she can’t hide it. |
| It’s written in her eyes. |
| There’s a ghost in her past and it haunts her night and day. |
| Mover, I feel all of your moves. |
| When you cross the floor, you’re in Argentina. |
| Mover, come talk to me. |
| Mover, take a walk with me. |
| Sit down, show me your heart. |
| In a dream, walls all around you just fall away. |
| All I see is a starry night, |
| And the wind blows up around you and palms start to sway, |
| And you glide across the floor like you’re flying |
