The Dance
Dancing with a silhouette
Hanging on the cusp
Lights glitter off her gown
My heart begins to rush
I grab her ever so gently
Caress her face so soft
With every kiss, upon her...
Hanging on the cusp
Lights glitter off her gown
My heart begins to rush
I grab her ever so gently
Caress her face so soft
With every kiss, upon her...