Dance Me Home

she prefers jams from way up north
watching her bangs swing back and forth
i feel like i swallowed butterflies
a few more drinks and the timidness dies

come on, babe and dance me home
into the dark of night unknown
by the grace of arthur conley go i

stumble my way up and down her hall
piles of clothes, i trip and fall
she painted a canvas of butterflies
inspired by warhol's in '55

come on, babe and dance me home
into the dark of night unknown
by the grace of arthur conley go i

ohhhhhh oooooooo

come on, babe and dance me home
into the dark of night unknown
by the grace of arthur conley go i



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Spekis
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