Neal' gone Neal’s gone
She dance’s her dance all on her own.
’Got no friends, here at her home.
And if you ask:’How about me?’.
She smiles and she says:’You’re not what I seek’.
And she dances, dance through the night.
She’s not of this world,
she’s one of a kind.
As evening comes, lights get low.
Lines her chairs up in a row.
So her place looks like these days
as sorrow and pain seemed so far away...
Then she dances, dances in time.
The way she is movin’ looks nearly divine.
And she dances, dances through the night.
She’s not of this world,
she’s one of a kind.
All you adorer, just don’t be concerned;
Neal’s gone but he’ll always be near.
Now she’s still waiting for him to return
for almost for over a year, so then...
Dance, dance, dance, dance.
I wish you all luck for your little romance
and then..dance, say goodbye with a smile.
And forget all your troubles
just for a while.
Geschrieben von john-john [Profil] am 31.01.2010 21:08:36
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