Dance - Lapalux, Astrid Williamson

Soaked into the carpets and down the walls

Left patterns of exquisite unimagined beauty

And in the twisting stains I trace the features

A face inside a frame whispers and beseeches

A rever in my vein coursing through me

It goes, «Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna dance with me?

Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna dance with me?»

But you know you’re not to blame

But you know you’re not to blame

But you know you’re not to blame

Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna dance?

Do you wanna dance with me?

Do you wanna dance, dance?

Do you wanna dance, dance with me?

Do you wanna dance with me?

Kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me

Every time you kiss me