Sunday, April 17, 2011

We Dance, Pavement, Cover By David Hubbard





there is no castration fear
in a chance you'll be with me
we'll dance

we'll dance
we'll dance
we'll dancebut no one will dance with us
in this zany town
chim-chim-chim, sing a song of praise
for your elders, they're in the back
pick out some brazilian nuts for your engagement
check that expiration date, man,
it's later than you think
you can't enjoy yourself,  

i can't enjoy myself
you can't enjoy yourself
i can't enjoy myself
move that swing and 
watch it drop straight like an arc
but i won't be there to hear them no, no no
'cause i don't have a clue anymore
maybe we could dance

maybe we could dance
maybe we could dance together
together,
together


  

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