“Life On The Dance Floor”

I love to sing. I love to dance. When I go out on the dance floor, I start to prance. I don’t usually want to take a stance. I get crazy when I get to dancing. My Mom and Dad think I am crazy. When Sunday comes around, I like to be lazy. My Mom and Dad don’t like it but oh well. Life on the dance floor makes me crazy all night. Life on the dance floor doesn’t make my Mom feel all right. Life on the dance floor doesn’t make me want to do what Mom and Dad ask. Life on the dance floor doesn’t make me want to do my tasks.

I eat dinner Saturday night and I head down to the Twirl. At the Twirl I meet my girl. We would dance all night if we could. We both need to be home at midnight but we push it a little. We like to make our Mom and Dad mad. They don’t like it but we don’t care. We sleep until noon Sunday and we read a book. We don’t care because that’s life on the dance floor. Life on the dance floor makes me crazy all night. Life on the dance floor doesn’t make my Mom feel all right. Life on the dance floor doesn’t make me want to do what Mom and Dad ask. Life on the dance floor doesn’t make me want to do my tasks.