you, me, she and she

you, me, she and she.

love is us, the four of us,

you, me, she and she.

it is the way we bust out

in spontaneous dance moves

in the middle of our living room

when our fam-fave beat comes on

and we turn the stereo way up too loud

and you do your dorky daddy dance for us

because it makes us laugh so hard we have to stop

and wipe our eyes, double over, hold our tummies.

and I show off old moves because I have rhythm, and

the older she does teenaged turns of crazy control

while younger she is a nine-year-old free for all,

four smiley faces dancing in our circle 

lost in the beat of the song, the

beating of our one heart.

life is us, the four of us.

you and me, she and she

loving each other