Dan the Dancer

Dan had very long limbs, from leading day to day

Hanging onto a cliff, that stretched him every day

And when she'd ask to hold hands, he would smile and

Let one of his hands go, his whole life in one hand

His whole life

When he'd say good night and leave her doorstep

He'd use his last strength to wave back

And once back in his room, once back in his room

He'd return his waving hand back to its cliff

He liked her more than life itself, I'm sure

'Cause Dan had never danced outside of his room

When no one was home and he would start to hear the door

So when he moved with you and felt his body let go

Of course you couldn't know it was you and you alone that he had

Shown his bedroom dancer to, shown his bedroom dancer to

Shown his bedroom dancer to, shown his bedroom dancer to

Shown his bedroom dancer to, shown his bedroom dancer to

And he would never tell you that it was his first time