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Created on: January 01, 2011 Last Updated: January 27, 2011
On the dance floor
Step by step
As my hips move
Side to side
My feet are stomping
To the sound
Hip hop mixed disco nights
My feet are kicking high
To the beat I clap both hands
This dance floor feels alive
Dancing on a fluffy cloud
My heels hurting my feet
Looking at strobe lights on floor
And big blisters on both feet
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