This one's for the dancer. This one's for the dancer. That club kid working 40 hours a week.

That driver or that nurse that just needs to be released. First one in line and the last to leave the club. They don't dance for Instagram.

They do it for the love. This one's for the dancer who lives out on the floor. Jumping and sweating and screaming, give me some more.

Sometimes dancing in corners just to find themselves space. They can tell they're in bliss by the look on their face. Never dressing to impress.

They just put something on to make sure their bodies have enough room to breathe. So when they go flying through the air, they can fall to their knees. This one's for the dancer that works just by emotion.

Sometimes with the grace of a ballerina, they move like the ocean. This one's for the dancer inside of us all. Twisting and turning and sometimes we fall.

But we always get up because the music's so deep. With the vibration of that bass that lifts us up to our feet. This one's for the dancer.