I can't dance
Under any circumstance
But when I do
My pants are possessed
My brain shuts down process
I move
With no groove
I continue
To do nothing new
I wave my hands
Ignore the bands
I wiggle
I schwiggle
I don't know what that means
But I dance like a jumping bean
I let the beat
Fill my chest
I do my best
To dance
And even though my pants
Think I creep like ants
I try again
With a friend
Spill my drink
What do they think?
But I schwiggle
And I wiggle
Continue to continue
Dance until I'm no longer blue
Until I'm red hot
With a single thought
Dance
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