I can’t dance, although I pretend.

In the background, Michael Bublè plays.

Looking for a partner to join me on the floor.

My little boy tries to slink by, but I scoop him up.

Pull him close, I start to Sway.

Why does this music make me want to dance?

Visions of a flowing dress swirling about,

Smoothly gliding across the floor.

Another song begins to play,

The tempo increases as I get Higher.

My little boy squirms, so I set him free.

It’s okay sweetie, I can dance alone,

but know this, I will never not love you.