Lets prance…prance around in blue shoes and dance the reds (UGH!)
Lets Dance, not to the noise of a chainsaw and a pile driver smashing into each other, but to the sound of the song they’re playing on the radio (perhaps if the words rhymed? Like “cat” and “naked mole rat” or “Vagharshapat,” like?)
Let’s sway, you and me. Like two drunken sailors about to drown in the icy waters of the North Atlantic while the band plays “Nearer My God to Thee” (wait, wrong vibe).
If you say run
I'll run with you
And if you say strafe transmute V-2 Schneider ( :( already used that!!! )
bibble chthonic
And if you say hide
We'll hide
Because my love for you
Would break my arms (heart?) in two
If you should fall into my arms (better here)
And tremble like a (needs more here; maybe flour?)
Let’s sway
Under the moonlight the ??? moonlight (cheesy (!) moonlight? Swiss (!!) moonlight? the slivery (!!!) moonlight? Naw-too silly. Needs to be more serious…)
Let’s get jiggy (Need rhyme for “jiggy!!!!” Otherwise, don’t use. EVER.)
Let’s dance
for fear your grace should fall (????)
Played the song to Producer-guy Nile Rodgers on my 12-string that only has six strings today. He said 'That's not happening, man. It’s not a song you can dance to.’
Which bloody sux. It’s supposed to be called “Let’s Prance.” Off to a bad start!
Alas! Must commercialism be such a torture? It doth weigh so heavily upon my conscience…