I love to watch a woman dance.
She bows her head and lifts her hands.
Her hips begin to circle slowly.
Her eyes have closed her face is holy.
She holds the whole world in trance.
I love to watch a woman dance.
Yeah, I love to watch a woman dance.
She likes the slow songs of love lost.
They take her a million miles away.
'Cause to dream, sometimes, is the only way.
To go places you can't get to any other way.
Our eyes connect; she takes my hand.
I love to watch a woman dance.
Yeah, I love to watch a woman dance.
I feel my heart beating, and I wonder,
will it ever satisfy my longing?
I'm gonna hold on to you for as long as I can,
'cause who knows, this dance may be our only dance.
So we danced together, close and slow.
So slow we're almost standing still.
Her warm breath against my neck,
slowly breaking down my will.
The room spins so I can barely stand.
The song ends then, she lets go of my hand.
There’s so much I don’t understand,
I love to watch a woman dance.
Yeah, I love to watch a woman dance
Saturday, March 29, 2008
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