Having trouble telling how I feel

But I can dance, dance, dance

Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean

But I can dance, dance, dance

So when I trip on my feet, look at the beat

The words are written in the sand

When I'm shaking my hips, look for the swing

The words are written in the air

Ooh dance, I was a dancer all along

Dance, dance, dance

Words can never make up for what you do

Easy conversations, no such thing

No, I'm shy, shy, shy

My hips they lie cause in reality

I am shy, shy, shy

But when I trip on my feet, look at the ground

The words are written in the dust

When I'm shaking my hips, look for the swing

The words are written in the air

Oh dance, I was a dancer all along

Dance, dance, dance

Words could never make up for what you do

Oh dance, I was a dancer all along

Dance, dance, dance

Words could never make up for what you do

Dance dance dance, I was a dancer all along

Dance, dance, dance

Words could never make up for what you do

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Words can never make up for what you do

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance

Dance, dance, dance