The Music That Makes Me Dance
I know he's around,
when the sky and the ground start in ringing.
I know that he's near,
by the thunder I hear in advance.
His words, his words alone
are the words that can start my heart singing,
and his is the only music that makes me dance.
He'll sleep and he'll rise,
in the light of two eyes that adore him.
Bore him it might,
but he won't leave my sight for a glance.
In every way, everyday, I need less of myself.
I need more him, more him,
cause his is the only music that makes me dance.
Bore him it might,
but he won't leave my sight for a glance.
In every way, everyday I need less of myself,
and I need more him. More him.
Cause his is the only music that makes me dance.
Yes, his is the only music that makes me dance.