Dancing Lady

I can't stop writing, a passion that's not gratifying

Midas use your mind and never let it go in hiding

Can't let them peep my emotions, it's classified like a UFO sighting

If I wasn't fighting would life be exiting? Would it be stale?

Or maybe I would raise hell

Without experiences of pain, would I treat people the same? Well

I guess it don't matter cause I treated them well

But still we no longer drinking from the same well

Dance dance my lady dance

I know with you I'm committing sins could they be rinsed?

But when with you it starts making sense, so if it meant losing you I'd never repent