Lyrics:
I've ended up right where I wanted
What I wanted keeps me working, so you'll never see me parting
From this keyboard so almighty, hold me closer, dancer
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
Tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled down
When I was six years old I broke my leg
I was running from my brother and his friends
And tasted the sweet perfume of the mountain grass I rolled
And socialist at heart
Traded England's iron lady for
A new world in the arms
Of the Battery, Manhattan
And the dancer by his side
One fire the New York City
Shine shine.
Shi-I-I-shi-shine.
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
Shine!
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
Isabelle is a belly dancer with a kleptomaniac's
wanna be a dancer
Patek on your wrist from a ball player
Dirty macking on my mind but I keep it player
Dior on your feet cost a couple grand
You just hit
On the trampled grass
Slippery and red
A dance of death is over
The dancer is lying dead
He is looking at the sky
With a happy smile
A pile
where people would literally "cut" a rug by dancing on it in a lively and energetic manner. Others believe that the phrase may have originated from
when
Was it on some other friendly shore
Or did I hear it on the wind
Was it written on the sky above
I think I heard it from someone I loved
But I never
from
When you should be sitting right here next to me
I could put you in a phantom
I could really have you shaking like a dancer
We don't need a pole I
See the morning dancer crossing the sky,
Turning gold to amber traveling by.
He must know the answer, he must know why,
Looking for an answer,
silly dancer
Do your silly dance
You give me the answers
By doing your silly dance
Ooh, my silly dancer
Do your silly dance
You give me the answers
I met a fan dancer down in south side Birmingham
She was running from a fat man selling salvation in his hand
She said he's tryin' to save me
But
I met a fan dancer down in south side Birmingham
She was running from a fat man selling salvation
In his hand, she said, he's tryin' to save me
But
it's bout that time
She a dancer so they cash app her only bands
Tune in for the show on her only fans
She a baddie wit a foreign from her only fans
Ayy, gettin' money like a scammer
Bad bitch dancer, pose for the camera
Storm, you know they can't fuck with you, sis
I'm from Cleveland, fuck a nigga,
today
Yay
Come, let's do the waltz its easy you see
All you have to do is count one to three
Learn the three steps from dancing turkey
Then you can do
a couple dancers told em meet Me at the Telly
I came a long way from that self Depression
Aint never thought of killin myself, I Just kept on stressin
Had
gonna hate, standin' by the door, I say
Find Yourself With Me
Did not did before, Blood, Sweat, and Tear on the dancer floor, we say
Find Yourself With Me
Dancer’ Spirit Warrior
Chorus
Ghost Dancer Spirit Warrior
Beating heart, you’ll never tame.
Ghost dancer spirit warrior
refusing to sing
While they dance on our tombs
And sip champagne from the skulls
Of our disenchanted youth
When no drums can be heard
But the dancer
will go to the stars with me
You the dancer I got in the stage in my heart
Showed everybody our song we performed it for the world
Yeah you not just
(Dancer) , dancer (Me)
Exotic olive oil taster actor
The Earth is cubed like one dice (Aight)
Know we all started from the
Bottom like Young Rice (O oh)
Baptized with a perfect name
The doubting one by heart
Alone without himself
War between him and the day
Need someone to blame
In the end, little he
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