Dancer

There was a girl and Sorrow was her name

She looked for love so long that it became a game

Party after party – every night she'd go

And blend into the darkness when they turned the lights down low

But she stepped into the spotlight when the wine began to flow

And she became a DANCER when the music played real slow

He was a cool one – across the floor he'd glide

He took her in his arms and she took him inside

He was a romancer – a whisper in the wind

She was every answer in the mind of every man

They slipped out of the party on a sultry night in June