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Fingers dripping all over me You got to talk and talk I won't tell a soul, girl, a soul Be brave, pour out on me I'd rather be dancing, dancing Be dancing, dancing Go on, go on, go on, go on They say to open up Are you gonna build up a bomb? They say to avoid damnation So try, so try, girl, come on I'd rather be dancing, dancing Be dancing, dancing Go on, go on, go on, go on There's nothing to say at this time Though I got some things on my mind The lessons of closed walls of mine Enough of you I'd rather be dancing, dancing Be dancing, dancing Go on, go on, go on, go on From Letras Mania