factor46
01-24-2005, 05:04 AM
Lock the Doors, the Salesmen are Coming!
Marching across the ballroom floor,
The tile so shiny, I could almost see my face.
Trapped inside a four-walled room, completely made of marble.
Now that I’m here, I might as well learn to dance.
Step by step, minute by minute,
Doing the tango by myself can’t be too difficult.
You’d think I’d be getting the hang of it by now.
But I guess some things are just meant to be left unlearned.
So help me up, I’ve fallen.
Unfortunately there’s no one to hear my exclamation,
So I think I’ll just lie here staring at the disco ball hanging from the ceiling in it’s sparkly fashion,
But the hard floor isn’t too comfortable to my head.
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As you may have figured out, (with no help from
the confusing title) I wrote this song about an
unsuccessful attempt to learn to dance. I'll write about
anything these days....lol. Please crit. :D
Marching across the ballroom floor,
The tile so shiny, I could almost see my face.
Trapped inside a four-walled room, completely made of marble.
Now that I’m here, I might as well learn to dance.
Step by step, minute by minute,
Doing the tango by myself can’t be too difficult.
You’d think I’d be getting the hang of it by now.
But I guess some things are just meant to be left unlearned.
So help me up, I’ve fallen.
Unfortunately there’s no one to hear my exclamation,
So I think I’ll just lie here staring at the disco ball hanging from the ceiling in it’s sparkly fashion,
But the hard floor isn’t too comfortable to my head.
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As you may have figured out, (with no help from
the confusing title) I wrote this song about an
unsuccessful attempt to learn to dance. I'll write about
anything these days....lol. Please crit. :D