We are not dance partners
We don’t share the same rhythm.
I could not lead you to a sultry sway
and you’d rather be twirled around by a different hand.

We are not dance partners
We don’t share the same rhythm.
You are more comfortable lost in a moshpit full of strangers
while I do my running man to old school R&B.

We are not dance partners
We don’t share the same rhythm.
But it’s okay, life is okay
As long as we don’t stop dancing.