Gone Dancing

Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone

Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone

Gone
Gone
Gone
Gone

She be
She be trying to get me dancing
But I feel all my joy has left my heart
I was never type to be romantic
But love has left me
Love has definitely left me torn apart

Gone
Never coming round herе no more
I'm on the naughty list for that guy Santa Claus
For all the troublе that I've caused
Like USA she built a wall
In 7 days of talking
Not to blow my trumpet
Walls had fallen
And I marched on to Jericho
I got the gold
The way I gave my all in that relationship
So now the ship has sank
I'm in the waters
Trying to swim me to the shore of foreign borders
I might need some navigation
Can't lie
I've lost my way a little
Can you meet me in the middle
Coz that's where all the pain resides
She be trying to get me dancing
I feel all my joy has left my heart
I was never type to be romantic
But love has left me
Love has definitely left me torn apart

She be
She be trying to get me dancing
But I feel all my joy has left my heart
I was never type to be romantic
But love has left me
Love has definitely left me torn apart

Slap
Bang
I hit, don't miss
I miss your kisses though
And the ignorant bliss of being official
If they could paint me a picture of when I was your mister
And frame it
Would it encapsulate the days and nights my heart felt way too vacant?
I can't take it
So I vacated
But with that frame on
Good memories caged still
Still on my brain
Still in the dumps
When do these memories fade?
Why the cost of attempted love, still endless pain?

She be
She be trying to get me dancing
But I feel all my joy has left my heart
I was never type to be romantic
But love has left me
Love has definitely left me torn apart
Torn apart
She be trying to get me dancing
But I feel all my joy has left my heart
I was never type to be romantic
But love has left me
Love has definitely left me torn apart

She been trying to get me
She been trying to get me
She been trying to get me
She been trying to get me
She be
She be trying to get me dancing
I'm on the naughty list for that guy Santa Claus
I was never type to be romantic
But love has left me
I'm on the naughty list for that guy Santa Claus
She be trying to get me dancing
Like USA she built a wall
In 7 days of talking
Not to blow my trumpet
Walls had fallen
And I marched on to Jericho
I got the gold
The way I gave my all in that relationship
She be trying to get me dancing
Gone, never coming round here no more
She be trying to get me dancing
But love has left me
Torn apart



Credits
Writer(s): Emeka, Matthew Onyike
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