Beautiful Dancer
I wasn't born with a smooth walk or talk
I couldn't write a melody if I tried
I'm not strong like a Titan
In fact I find them frightening most times
I've got a poor eye for artistry
Tears in my blue jeans
If I shot the moon I would miss it in a heartbeat
I'm just your average unlucky guy
But I can still admire a pretty girl coming through the door
And I caught you floatin' right past me
To glide out on the old dance floor
You danced the two step, but you never touched the ground
Looking weightless even when he dipped you upside down
And I know, know, know
That I ain't never gonna be
Much of a romancer
Oh but I can recognize a beautiful song and a beautiful dancer
I wasn't born to be a military fighter
No I'm flat-footed and afraid of heights
I failed miserably at football
Wasn't blessed with good 'hand-eye'
Well I'm an ordinary writer
Babe there's plenty brighter
My State Fair ribbon's like a Nobel Prize
But I make a mean mashed-potatoes and some kind of chicken fried
Still if you asked me why the sky is blue, or God is good, or love is true
I wouldn't have the answer
Oh but I can recognize a beautiful song and a beautiful dancer
And let me tell you that's a beautiful song
And you're a beautiful dancer
I couldn't write a melody if I tried
I'm not strong like a Titan
In fact I find them frightening most times
I've got a poor eye for artistry
Tears in my blue jeans
If I shot the moon I would miss it in a heartbeat
I'm just your average unlucky guy
But I can still admire a pretty girl coming through the door
And I caught you floatin' right past me
To glide out on the old dance floor
You danced the two step, but you never touched the ground
Looking weightless even when he dipped you upside down
And I know, know, know
That I ain't never gonna be
Much of a romancer
Oh but I can recognize a beautiful song and a beautiful dancer
I wasn't born to be a military fighter
No I'm flat-footed and afraid of heights
I failed miserably at football
Wasn't blessed with good 'hand-eye'
Well I'm an ordinary writer
Babe there's plenty brighter
My State Fair ribbon's like a Nobel Prize
But I make a mean mashed-potatoes and some kind of chicken fried
Still if you asked me why the sky is blue, or God is good, or love is true
I wouldn't have the answer
Oh but I can recognize a beautiful song and a beautiful dancer
And let me tell you that's a beautiful song
And you're a beautiful dancer
Credits
Writer(s): Elizabeth Culotta
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