Ballroom Etiquette

Dare to squeeze the dead-ringer red dinger On the wall for all times Predicted to the icing on the cake And the worms collect the ground For the seeds to grow But you never can know the speed Is it 33 or 45? Your fastidious clad broker Stacks the black wax suits Of the decked out man But the plan is still in shrink For the boys and off you go Does it take the price to know? That she is sold to the dream To be the only one? Most likely if you go You will only make a show of yourself Most likely if you go You will only makе a show of yourself Standing at the door Spinning you the wrong way around Up at thе crack in the ceiling There’s a dark cloud coming down Most likely if you go You will only make a show of yourself Most likely if you go You will only make a show of yourself Most likely if you go You will only make a show of yourself Most likely if you go You will only make a show of yourself