First! I like using slang--in songs, I write the way I speak.
Second! I know there are cliches here. Ok? Ok.
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My body's movin'
To the rhythm of my soul
The beat starts in me
My limbs, they lose control
And I can't help it
I just start dancin'
Isn't it beautiful?
This freedom of expression
-Chorus-
And I fly
Over rooftops, through the trees
Suddenly soaring
With the greatest of ease
I don't need a jet plane
Or a fancy magic ring
The music can take me
Anywhere I wanna be!
Yeah, can't you hear
The music that's in everything?
And can't you feel
That we're supposed to dance to it?
I can't believe
This wonder is a bad thing
Come now, discover
The joy of the dance!
-Chorus-
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It needs moar words. D: But I can't find them.
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