Softly like a touch of a dark angel
Her hand in yours
You're dressed to kill
Can she tell
Swing your partner to the right
Swing your partner to the left
It scares me, the way you dance
She looks pretty
Hair glittering with confetti
How does it feel man
Hold steady
Is she ready
Does she like it dancing on the broken glass
Watching you from across the room
One hand on the waist while the other, knuckles turning white
Are you holding on for dear life or does she not know how to let go
She looks pretty...
I see you're wearing your shoes
Where are hers
And I see I'm wearing my shoes
Don't want to but in this square-dance
Everybody have to dance
Everybody dance now
Swing your partner...
She looks pretty
Hair glittering with confetti
How does it feel man
Hold steady
Is she ready
Does she like it dancing on her broken dreams