I've never been very good at it
I can feel rhythms and create them
But moving to them in a fluid, controlled manner
Is seemingly a lost cause
I once thought alcohol was the key
To fuelling the motion of my limbs
(more)
But it was the exact opposite
"Come on!", she said as she pulled at my arm
But all I wanted to do was sleep
At a slower tempo, it's not all bad
With that special someone
Just pray you don't step on their toes
Or it's game over for you.
Will I ever learn to dance?
Or will I continue to walk through life forever?(less)