side to side
twists and turns
a single rose in the midst of her thorns
dancing to a beat no one else can here
perhaps its the sound of her falling tears
ratatatat she spins in the wind
ratatatat she dances to the beat
a slave to the rhythm
a slave to his drum
she flutters and moves
though she hasn't any shoes
she dances like a princess robbed of her graces
such a beautiful rose and no body know why she dances, dances, dances
to the beat in her head
ratatatat she spins in the wind
ratatatat she dances to the beat
a slave to the rhythm
a slave to his drum
Stop they implore her to cease her tragic dance
but on she goes in a constant prance
time continues and she never stops to dance the sad dance
though her petals are falling
she's slowly dying
but on and on she goes
to the beat that no one knows
ratatatat she spins in the wind
ratatatat she dances to the beat
a slave to the rhythm
a slave to his drum
what makes this rose so desperate to dance?
she must be in love..it must be romance
but who would let her dance till she falls on the ground
limp and pale and broken
the drummer he is blind
so never will he see
his faithful loving servant
who dances to his beat
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