Kitchen Dance

We have Pasta, we have meat
We have music and our feet
There is me and there is you
No fantasy, this love is true

Our bodies move to the beat

We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy

We have bread and we have wine
I am yours and you are mine
Flickering candle light
You are dancing with me through the night

Our bodies move to the beat

We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy

Hmmmm
Hmmmm

Our bodies move to the beat

We are dancing on the kitchen floor
From the fridge down to the terrace door
The radio plays Swing & Blues
We don't need no dancing shoes
We are enough and feel so free
We are dancing through the galaxy

Hmmmm
Hmmmm



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Rathusky
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