Dance We stand alone on the stage. There is no audience, We are alone. We were just rehearsing our act For the show in June, A comedy skit. But suddenly you stop, And look into my eyes. You take my hand and stand me up. Then you hit play on my iPod. And the classical music starts And fills the room with its sweet sound. Suddenly I’m not in an empty auditorium, I’m standing in a ballroom, Cinderella at the ball. And we dance It’s not a waltz, a tango or a ballet. It’s all our own. And as you push me out for a spin Then take me back in I look into your eyes. And I all I can see Is pure love. The love that only exists in fairy tales. And as our dance comes to a close You pull me to you And embrace me in a long and passionate kiss But you pull away And my fairy tale Comes crashing down
