Dancing On the Ceiling

He dances overhead

On the ceiling near my bed

In my sight

Through the night

I try to hide in vain

Underneath my counterpane

There's my love

Up above

I whisper, "Go away, my lover

It's not fair"

Then I'm so grateful to discover

He's still there

I love my ceiling more

Since it is a dancing floor

Just for my love

I love my ceiling more

Since it is a dancing floor

For my love

Just for my love