Dancing With Death

Dancing and twirling her time away little does she know, she doesn’t have the time of day…
As she busies her mind and body away, she drinks her fine wine away.
Dancing and twirling her time away, little does she know she doesn’t have the time of day…
But soon the fine wine runs out, her wings begin to sprout, she says hold me spin me around, don’t leave me lyin’ around.
Cause now she knows she doesn’t have the time of day to be twirling her time away…
Cause the thing is growing, it’s tole is showing.
She’s dancing and twirling her heart away cause she doesn’t have the time of day…
The partner shakes her hand, suddenly she cannot stand.
The music fades into the background, and there she stays on the black ground…
She doesn’t dance, she doesn’t twirl, she doesn’t have the time of day, she has wasted it all away.

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