Let me dance dance
Let me dance dance
In the dance of stars, a whispering dream,
Where galaxies sway in celestial stream
A tale of Pygmalion, the sculptor's delight,
Breathing life into marble, a magical rite
His creation, a figure so grand,
Yet lifeless it stood, in the sculptor's hand,
But with each stroke, he whispered his dream,
To breathe in life, to make it gleam
For in the whispers of hope, there lies a spell,
That turns the ordinary into something swell,
With every word of praise, a spark ignites,
In the darkest of nights, the soul takes flight
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very interesting
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very happy
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very interesting
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very happy
As the sculptor praised, with all his might,
His creation stirred, bathed in starlight,
For the Pygmalion effect, it holds true,
Belief in oneself can work wonders, too
So let the praises rain down like confetti,
Igniting flames in the hearts of the ready,
For in the dance of life, we all have a chance,
To shine bright, in our own unique dance
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very interesting
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very happy
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very interesting
Let me dance dance praise for me
It will be very very happy