Covered up by worry
You see sir, I forgot to dance
My turn was next
I felt this awful hex
I was vexed and tied
I see you waiting
But I simply feel like stating
That I need to dance
Shake off this dreadful cloak
You see they thought a joke
But the hoax is on them
You can’t tie me
Bridle me
Harness me
Or cloak me
Because it’s my turn
To dance
I simply must…dance









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