The dance of finger tips
                              Lacing up and down
                              5 strings of woe
                              5 hearts of hope
                              
                              Strum chord 1 for the start
                              Strum chord 2 for the middle
                              And 3 to never end
                              
                              Come'n and dance with me
                              You've got nothin' to lose
                              All I need is some sweat on the brow
                              And a shaken loose pair o'hips
                              
                              'Cause we've got a start
                              We sure as hell have a middle
                              Lightning strike me down
                              We'll never find the end
                              
                              As long as we juke
                              And never stop jivin'
                              You and me, the
                              sun'll never set
                              
                              Collectin' sugar till I'm sweet
                              Dance to the beat of the greasy
                              Until we're swept off our feet
                              
                              'Cause we've had a start
                              And we're in the middle
                              The dawn of the end won't find us
                              As long as we dance
                              To that fallen angel's fiddle
                              6/6/14
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