Having troubles telling how I feel   But I can dance, dance, 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   It was all written in the sand   When I'm shaking my hips   Look for the swing   It was all written in the air      Oh, dance   I was a dancer all along   Dance, dance, dance   Words can never make up for what you do      Easy conversations, no such thing   No, I'm shy, shy, shy   My hips, they lie 'cause in reality, aye   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      Oh, dance   I was a dancer all along   Dance, dance, dance   Words can never make up for what you do      Oh, dance   I was a dancer all along   Dance, dance, dance   Words can never make up for what you do      Dance, dance, dance   Oh, I was a dancer all along   Dance, dance, dance   Words can never make up for what you do      Dance, dance, dance, dance   Dance, dance, dance, dance   Dance, dance, dance, dance   (I was a dancer all along)   Dance, dance, dance, dance   (No, words can never make up for what you do)      Dance, dance, dance, dance   Dance, dance, dance, dance   Dance, dance, dance