There must be fire blazing underneath the dancefloor
the way we move our feet, is like they're roasting over flame
No ones watching, no dicerning eye to dance for
Though our foxtrot would put them all to shame
The truth is that were just two wayward souls
thrown together by a warm and chunky twist of fate
written by the stars in half digested casserole
a romance that came fifty years too late
This ritual of ours is nothing serious,
I love it when we have a little lunch room rendevouz
and dont stop dancing until we are delerious
Lovely linda the lunch lady, I love you
You'd think there was a blizzard blowing our way
judging by the way we hold eachother oh so close
I cling so tight because I like to feel your heart beat
Because that's where all of my devotion goes
I know to them i'm just steve the custodian
but to you I am the man who will gladly take your pain
No one else could ever love you the way I can
with feelings hotter than a wildfire that burns across a plain
Use your spatula to turn over a new leaf
And I will use my mop and sponge to whipe away your tears
and well keep dancing and dancing 'till our joints give out
but at our age that could be in a few yearsWww@QuestionHome@Com