Dance, Dance, Dance
But I can dance, dance, dance
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean
But I can dance, dance, dance
So when I'm tripping my feet, look at the beat
The words are written in the sand
When I'm shaking my hips, look for the swing
The words are written in the air
Ooh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you do
Easy conversations, no such thing
No, I'm shy, shy, shy
My hips they lie cause in reality
I'm shy, shy, shy
So when I'm tripping my feet, look at the ground
The words are written in the dust
When I'm shaking my hips, look for the swing
The words are written in the air
Ooh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you do
Ooh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you do
Ooh dance, I was a dancer all along
Dance, dance, dance
Words could never make up for what you do
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Dance, dance, dance
Writer/s: Björn Yttling / Lykke Li