She doesn't control,
Any of her movements,
She doesn't even know,
She's a slave to the music.
She's got a lot of rhythm,
While everything around fades to grey,
She's got her mind on movements,
Fancy footworks paying her way.
I just can't believe it,
Her lips speak my name.
I just can't believe it,
Her body does the same,
I just can't believe it,
Would you draw in a little closer baby,
I just can't believe it,
When your lips speak my name.
She doesn't even know,
That we are learning from each other.
She's lost control,
She's a slave to the music and the colours.
She's got lasting impressions,
That's just how it goes,
Takes us to other dimensions,
She's a slave to the music and she knows.
Help me lose my mind,
Help me lose feeling in my toes,
Help me lose my mind,
Teach me how it goes,
Show me that we're not plastic,
Keep me moving like elastic,
We're not done here, yet
I just can't believe it.
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