Having troubles telling how I feel
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean

But I can dance, dance, dance
So when I trip on my feet
Look at the beat

The words are, written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing

The words are, written in the air

Dance,

I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do


Easy conversations, there's no such thing
No I'm shy, shy, shy

My hips, they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy
But when I trip on my feet
Look at the ground

The words are written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips
Look for the swing

The words are written in the air

Dance,

I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words can never make up for what you do


Dance, dance, dance