You’ve got such flash and class
Out on the floor
You never stoop to shake it
With someone starting out
That’s such a bore!
But don’t you remember
That you were once the one
Doing clumsy steps?
Now when the clumsy stumblers
Gain their gliding grace
You don’t dance with them
It’s not a joke
It’s not a joke
A whisper in the air
Is starting to grow
When the whisper grows
Through a cloud of smoke
It seems to say
What you’ve always known
Once upon a time
You saw dancers you admired
They were beautiful
You tried to get it right
You practiced every night
In your little room
Then one magic night
You hit your heaven’s high
In a big dance hall
The best dancers danced with you
You joined their special few
And you’d top them all!
It’s not a joke
It’s not a joke
A whisper in your mind
Is starting to grow
When the whisper grows
Through a cloud of smoke
It seems to say
What you’ve always known
Faces full of voices
A mirror in the sky
A teardrop
And a windy moan
The soul of someone singing
A plot behind a smile
Fierce glances
At another’s clothes
A thirst for something gentle
A thistle in a kiss
Insistence
On your difference
Dancers like an ocean
Music big as love
And laughter
With ev’rybody else
It’s not a joke
It’s not a joke
A whisper in the wind
Is starting to grow
When the whisper grows
Through a cloud of smoke
It seems to say
What you’ve always known
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