My girl dances when I want her to dance,
But she ain't dancing no more.
I had to buy a car to hide her appeal.
With tinted windows and a big steering wheel.
I drive her around. I drive here around.
They can't see in so she will never be found.
My girl dances when I want her to dance,
But she ain't dancing no more.
She tells me that there's no need to worry,
That this is crazy and she will never be free.
It plays on my mind, it plays on my mind.
So scared to lose her and her lovely behind.
My girl dances when I want her to dance,
But she ain't dancing no more.
She dances like a hurricane caught in a landslide,
she dances for all the wrong reasons, but I don't mind.
'Cause she's mine.
My girl dances when I want her to dance,
No... my girl dances when she wants to dance,
And now I'm dancing along.
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