Redhead on tour

Having troubles telling how I feel 
But I can dance, dance and dance 
Couldn't possibly tell you how I mean 
But I can dance, dance, dance 
So when I trip on my feet Look at the beat 
The words are, written in the sand When I'm shaking my hips 
Look for the swing 
The words are written in the air
  








Dance 
I was a dancer all along 
Dance, dance, dance 
Words can never make up for what you do
  
Easy conversations, there's no such thing 
No I'm shy, shy, shy 
My hips they lie 'cause in reality I'm shy, shy, shy 
But when I trip on my feet 
Look at the ground 
The words are written in the dust 
When I'm shaking my hips 
Look for the swing 
The words are written in the air