Dancing on the Ceiling
He dances overhead
On the ceiling, near my bed
In my sight, through the night
I try to hide in vain
Underneath my counter pane
There's my love up above
I whisper "go away my lover
It's not fair"
But I'm grateful to discover
He's still there
I love my ceiling more
Since it is a dancing floor
Just for my love
Autor(es): LORENZ HART, RICHARD RODGERS