One, two,
One two,
Her feet move,
Oh yes they move!
Not quite to the rythmn,
More to panic,
Create an image,
Not far from dramatic.
The fleeting dancer,
Terrible performer,
Tipsy talker,
Dancing dreamer.
Her gaze understands,
The shaky hands,
And the tapping feet.
Her moves understand,
The fear underneath.
A stage lit by eyes and lights,
And a girl who doesn’t even know,
How she became the nigh...