Dancing

But Babe, I don't wanna dance,

She slid over into my arms anyways.

Carefully staring at her feet then peering over at mine,

Trying to mimic them.

So worried she might fall.

But I'm the one falling.

Stumbling over her eyes,

Tripping from her voice,

Fumbling over this feeling.

Babe, you don't have to dance,

Just fall with me.