I'm still dancing, I started when I was three
Sometimes I collapse when the beat's too fast for me.
Who cares if you're poor?
Find a partner; get out on the floor.
Sometimes it's just the radio,
But with a little bitty beat you still good to go
I'm still dancing, I'll see you later tonight,
Let's dance 'til the sun comes up,
Will dance with all our might.
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