I'm dancing with life and I'm having some fun
When cancer decides to cut in
Life gives up the floor but isn't quite done
It's wearing my jacket and pin
Forced to dance until weak, I really did tire
Being twirled with hair falling out
It's dancing with me as though feet set afire
This cancer is trouble no doubt
There came a commotion towards the front door
We all turned to see who was there
This man waltzes in and took over the floor
Took cancer and gave it a dare
You'll pay if you stay unless greater than me
So cancer slipped out like a mouse
But looked over its shoulder only to see
Me and Jesus rockin the house
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