Alone

Gene, he can't. The competition's in three days, so Daddy said we have to verbally rehearse at all times

And a-one, two, three, four

Arabesque, arabesque

Jazz hands in place. Jazz hands

Stand in place, stand in place

Chasse and toe-loop

Here we go. No jazz hands

I hear the ticking of the clock

I'm lying here the room's pitch dark

Clockwise circle spin

Stand and clap

I wonder where you are tonight

No answer on the telephone

And, half-loop

And the night goes by so very slow

Oh, I hope that it won't end though

Alone

Enthusiastic snap and tap

'Till now I always got by on my own

I never really cared until I met you

And now it chills me to the bone

How do I get you alone?

How do I get you alone?

What?