Save the Last dance

Can you ever feel the magic the comes in a dance

Just a little bit and both persons make a glance

Hold my hand

Hold my waist

Please don't let me go I haven't had my taste

The music could jingle with a groovy beat

So I get up and move away from seat

My, My, what a great dancer you are

After wards lets take joyride in my car

oh how I wish I could a fun time like this

To dance on a floor and do the fish

I have many troubles that will never go away

Why does the wind blow and the sun shine bright

but My heart is hurt and blinded by the night

When will I ever chose my meaning

Will I always be the one who starts the singing

Love is better than hate

But nothing can really come over Fate

To dance with others is what I wish

Nothing is saved for me, not even a left over dish

I cannot hate anyone for the things I do not have

Nor hate anyone for the things I never do

I was a little boy who grew in cruelness

The thoughts in his mind were full of wickedness

His rhymes and rhythm all made no sense

So why keep going and let it commence

Should he be punish not having his groove

Let alone not being able to move

He is left out and forgotten

Thrown away and spared

Does anyone really really care?

Surely there's something for me

But will anyone ever save the last dance

For me?