When it comes time to dance in the moonlight
more than great music to set the mood
I want silver slippers to adorn my feet, all right?
No shame comes from not having this birthright.
So I shall not be sullen, nor shall you see me brood,
when it comes time to dance in the moonlight.
My eyes are fixed on the stars above, so bright.
The evening breeze carries a soft musical etude.
I want silver slippers to adorn my feet, all right?
I swirl and twirl beneath the corner streetlight
alone, hidden, cocooned in my private quietude,
when it comes time to dance in the moonlight.
Golden stairs toward heaven appear tonight
I dance solo, with no one near or distant viewed.
I want silver slippers to adorn my feet, all right?
So, little I seek, not much do I ask for, at midnight.
Therefore, grant me this simple ask, if not rude …
when it comes time to dance in the moonlight
I want silver slippers to adorn my feet, all right?
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