In the time you became
the girl that you wanted to be
Oh I told you all along
there was no point looking to me
Oh, and
how many times
All the
dancers left
but I can't dance
So I will stay and clean the mess they left behind
But I dream
as I set to scrub
all the floors,
the walls
I'm thinking of a song or two,
a boy a girl a rendezvous
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