Justin Tang - Dancefloor

there is no part of the city that Love will refuse to dance
there is no one He'd refuse a dance with

but there are countless who think they can dance
though they refuse to go to His parties
not wanting to associate with 'those people'

there is no wretch He'd refuse dance lessons
no worm that He'd refuse to give legs and fit with shoes

but there are countless who'd build pillow forts on the floor
and set dirty rusty crowns and tiaras on their heads
while Love will dance 'til He drops, get up and dance again

the wild ones will roam far and wide for a good dance
because a Wild One first bowed too low to dance with them

Abba,
Your love is a dance
Your love is a dancefloor

Justin Tang

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