2 acessos
Dance with me my old friend once before we go Let's pretend
this song won't end and we never have to go home and we'll
dance among the chandeliers And nothing matters when we're
dancing In tat or tatters you're entrancing Be we in Paris
or in Lansing nothing matters when we're dancing You've never been
more beautiful your eyes like two full moons than here in this
poor old dancehall among the dreadful tunes the awful songs
we don't even hear...