Ballroom Etiquette

Dare to squeeze the dead-ringer red dinger
On the wall for all times
Predicted to the icing on the cake

And the worms collect the ground
For the seeds to grow
But you never can know the speed
Is it 33 or 45?
Your fastidious clad broker
Stacks the black wax suits
Of the decked out man

But the plan is still in shrink
For the boys and off you go
Does it take the price to know?
That she is sold to the dream
To be the only one?

Most likely if you go
You will only make a show of yourself
Most likely if you go
You will only makе a show of yourself

Standing at the door
Spinning you the wrong way around
Up at thе crack in the ceiling
There’s a dark cloud coming down

Most likely if you go
You will only make a show of yourself
Most likely if you go
You will only make a show of yourself
Most likely if you go
You will only make a show of yourself
Most likely if you go
You will only make a show of yourself