Dance to the Beat of My Own Drum
And I dance to the beat of my own drum and I sing all the words to my own song and I hum to a tune of my choosing and I spin all around cause it moves me
Your words are haunting (your words are haunting) They leave me wanting (they leave me wanting)
And in the morning, I will wake and you'll never know
Tuesday's come Tuesday's go and the weeks done, and they start and they go where they came from, runninʼ farther away in the mean time, pushinʼ hard all the way and I'm still tryinʼ
And I dance to the beat of my own drum and I sing all the words to my own song and I hum to a tune of my choosing and I spin all around cause it moves me
Your words are haunting (your words are haunting) They leave me wanting (they leave me wanting)
And in the morning, I will wake and you'll never know
And the xylophone stands cold and lonely, cause it ain't had a chance with new melody, needed once now is stained everlasting, still in tune out of time yet still daunting
And I dance to the beat of my own drum and I sing all the words to my own song and I hum to a tune of my choosing and I spin all around cause it moves me
And I dance to the beat of my own drum and I sing all the words to my own song and I hum to a tune of my choosing and I spin all around cause it moves me
Writer/s: Rische Lillie Mae/Rische Scarlett
