Say, what if we danced a little?
What if we danced
every time it rained so hard it
made the oceans cripple?
What if we linked
our fingers every time we
saw each star as it winked?
What if we went spinning
(me dipping you) long after
the candle went out
and a new day’s beginning?
What if we danced,
and I told you maybe
I liked you,
but you told me I’m entranced…
Say, what if we could dance?
I heard you say you
gazed at me too, Mister Moon, so
why not give it a chance?
