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I feel like I've beenSitting on a swingWaiting for someone to push meBut sunset comes
I really enjoyed how bubbly she and goofy he
lindy hopped on smooth wood
without looking in the studio mirror.
It wasn’t so lovely once you came
not to ask me to dance, but to call me a wallflower
There was once a jazzy song
When heard would make you dance along
We swung and we swayed
We danced a soiree
Oh how we loved that old jazzy song