Mr. Music Man

I look up at you on that stage while you sing,

and I keep dancing as I catch your smile.

Am I drunk on this alcohol in my hand?

Or am I drunk on the smile on your face?

Right now I don’t know the difference,

but I know I want this moment to last.

So keep playing your songs, Mr. Music Man,

and I’ll keep dancing for you.

I’ll be here when the show is over,

waiting for your hand to be in mine.

Don’t break my heart,

it’s a fragile thing these days.

I don’t give it away so easily.

So keep playing your songs for me, Mr. Music Man,

and I’ll never stop dancing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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