Song parody of
Kitchen Dance
by Martin Collide
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We have Pasta, we have meat
We have music and our feet
There is me and there is you
No fantasy, this love is true
Our bodies move to the beat
We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy
We have bread and we have wine
I am yours and you are mine
Flickering candle light
You are dancing with me through the night
Our bodies move to the beat
We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Our bodies move to the beat
We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
We have Pasta, we have meat
We have music and our feet
There is me and there is you
No fantasy, this love is true
Our bodies move to the beat
We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy
We have bread and we have wine
I am yours and you are mine
Flickering candle light
You are dancing with me through the night
Our bodies move to the beat
We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
Our bodies move to the beat
We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy
Hmmmm
Hmmmm
