Sometimes I feel, like I’m out of place
Just a body, without a face
Quickstep easy, then not in time
Stood standing out, at the end of a line
.
My fashion fits, but my hair is a mess
Left foot forward, when right made more sense
Keeping up, takes a lot of time
I persevere, in hope you’ll be mine
.
Autres temps, Autres moeurs,
I’ll forever be just yours…
If you will dance
(Come on up and keep me happy)
Let’s dance;
Forget about all other people
Just dance (dance, dance, dance, yeah)
And say you want me
.
Look good in red, when the season has changed
Push the handle, but should pull instead
Life is hard, when you misread the signs
Catch the beat, but rhythm can’t find
.
Try to twist, when I’m supposed to twirl
Straighten up, while all others curl
It ain’t worth, all the mess that it makes
Sometimes green grass, isn’t real but fake
.
Autres temps, Autres moeurs
I’ll forever be just yours
If you will dance
(Come on up and keep me happy)
Let’s dance;
Forget about all other people
Just dance (dance, dance, dance, yeah…)
And say you love me
.
Do not take ideas away from struggling artists without recognising their contribution. I hope the world finds TRUTH and stops those killing creativity and making others miserable through bullying or by blocking their life, or taking their ideas to use as their own.
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