Dancer
You know I watch you like a dancer
I get lost in every twirl
Thought that I had found the answer
To land each step and never fall
And then I felt just like a dancer
How I leapt with every sigh
Cause I was born to be a driver
Grace is fickle, grace is light
You know I watch you like a dancer
I get lost in every twirl
Thought that I had found the answer
To land each step and never fall
Baby, I could be your dancer
Shake you deep into the night
I could take away the answer
Keep you wondering til it's light
Baby, I could be your dancer
Baby, I could be your dancer
(Paper tigers on the dancefloor
Paper lanterns round my heart)
Writer/s: ROBERT RICHARD GROTE
