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When your daddy plays guitar, |
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You dance without a smile. |
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Kid you may not have great rhythm, |
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But you sure got style. |
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Just four years old and still it seems, |
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You've got it figured out. |
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When daddy sings, and then you dance, |
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The people clap and shout. |
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Cuz, you're my dancin' boy, |
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And it's so scary how you trust me. |
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Just one look from you, |
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And I come pouring out like wine. |
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Dancin' boy, I'm sure by now that you must see, |
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You're dancin' means much more to me, |
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Than any dream of mine. |
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Yes, I'm so proud when you are with me, |
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That my heart digs in my throat. |
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And when you stop to strut your stuff, |
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My eyes go all afloat. |
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And when I have to leave you home |
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As sometimes it must be. |
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I feel that with my leaving |
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I leave far too much of me. |
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Yes, you're my dancin' boy, |
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And it's scary how you trust me. |
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Just one look from you, |
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And I come pouring out like wine. |
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You're my dancin' boy, |
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I'm sure by now that you must see, |
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You're dancin' means much more to me, |
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Than any dream of mine. |
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You know the time will come my dancin' boy |
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When you're dancin' days are done, |
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And when daddy and his dancin' boy |
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Will have dwindled down to one. |
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You know the world will've taught you other steps |
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To match the march of time, |
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So you'll have to keep our dancin' days |
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Dancin' in your mind. |
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Yes, do your dancin' , boy, |
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Cuz it's so scary how you trust me. |
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Just one look from you, |
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And I come pouring out like wine. |
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Do your dancin' , boy. |
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I'm sure by now that you must see |
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You're dancin' means much more to me, |
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Than any dream of mine. |
