Ballroom Etiquette

Dare to squeeze the dead-ringer
 Red dinger
 On the wall for all times
 Predicted to the icing on the cake
 And the worms collect the ground
 For the seeds to grow
 But you never can know the speed
 Is it 33 or 45?
 Your fastidious clad broker
 Stacks the black wax suits
 Of the decked out man
 But the plan is still in shrink
 For the boys and off you go
 Does it take the price to know?
 That she is sold to the dream
 To be the only one?
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 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself
 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself
 Standing at the door
 Spinning you the wrong way around
 Up at the crack in the ceiling
 There's a dark cloud coming down
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 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself
 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself
 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself
 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself
 Most likely if you go
 You will only make a show of yourself