I must have my shoes on backwards
or on the wrong feet.
I most desperately am trying
to keep on beat
And I can feel it quickly coming,
Your dance is like a storm.
And I just feel like I'm guessing
With none to warn.
You whisper in my ear
"My love it isn't me
Its just that you're headstrong
And hard to lead."
And you say it smiling
With warmth inside your eyes
I am blushing, sighing, trying
To escape, but keep in line.
I look up and laugh at you
are you sure you know the steps?
And you look at me lovingly
Saying " Don't you give up yet."
You pull me close, then push away,
Your feet move quick for me.
You bend my back, we roll and sway,
This dance feels like defeat.
But you say to me, "Oh my love,
you did better than before.
I know it feels like random chance,
But its a dance to Heaven's door."